yesterday i did some writing until my brain ran out of Make Good Words juice. my brain really really wanted to keep writing (one chapter left, and then the epilogue!) but i knew id only produce drivel so i very deliberately did other stuff.
this morning in the shower i cracked the ending, know exactly how to stick the landing and finish it off with a flourish.
β¦but ive got a work shift so i cant actually write it out. π

