I am Jack's total exhaustion. And I didn't even stay up late last night! Also feeling generally slow. Some coordination and brain fuckery. EDIT: Yeah. Brain bad. Words bad. Memory bad.
My parents will be here this afternoon.
No, it's not been abandoned, though clearly it won't be finished in November. I've written myself into an uncomfortable place (no, not the back of a Volkswagen), and will be discussing that with docorion when he arrives, which I expect to prompt more writing.
...so of course some other girl starts talking to me in the interim. Like I have time to write that.
I have a need...
...to get input on first publication right and stuff like that. This is my note to myself.
Right, then. To work.