And this can't go on.
This can't continue.
Hmmmm. Maybe I just need to write in tidbits instead of writing SAGAs like I was doing. My latest draft on Shallow Hal is seven pages long! No wonder I don't wanna go back and proofread that shyt. The thought of going back and tweaking it is driving me to the damn Moscato at night. I feel like I am editing a movie script.
But I will finish it though. I have to....
...because it helps me breathe.
And right now I feel like I can't.