Mine was quiet and intimate with my Papa and his friend. It was quite lovely, actually. But I've made a decision:
I can't keep not writing.
Worst. Sentence. Ever.
In any case, I'm starting to crawl out of my own skin. This is a weird feeling - I'm scared of starting, and itching to get started. I'm a little terrified of facing the final book in The Great Man series for several reasons.
The last book gave me nightmares. Seriously. Like wake-up-in-a-cold-sweat-heart-pounding nightmares.
I also, counter intuitively, don't really want to finish this story. It's been a part of me for so long (Julian has been hovering at my shoulder since I was 14), I'm terrified of letting it go. Of course I must eventually, but I just don't wanna!
Also, lots of really good people die in this last book. I will be an emotional wreck by the time the book ends, guaranteed.
So, instead, I'm going to go through Ethan Cadfael: The Battle Prince again before I start on The Great Man. The goal is to have a draft ready for my first Beta Reader by the end of the month. I'm still not releasing it until Hallowe'en of next year, but it would be nice to get all the really difficult stuff out of the way before I begin the final chapter in a really difficult series.
At least I'm working with words again. It'll be nice to start on that once more.
The Great Man will be started in November. I'll be trying to make the first 50 000 words of the book part of the NaNoWriMo challenge, seeing as I've never participated before. I'll kill two birds with one book that way.
I'm terribly behind today, but I should get started. I hope your Tuesday is wonderful. Mine will be painful! Back to training tonight...
To dispirit by constant chiding; or to depress the energies of life by excess of bodily toil ... a poor pitiful fellow.
- Charles Mackay's Lost Beauties of the English Language, 1874