So, yeah. Didn't pull an all-nighter.

[apocalypsos]

Not that I had much of a choice. I was going to pass out in my chair, I swear to God.

I just ... you know that part of writing a book right before the end where you're so fucking sick of writing it? I'm hovering in that space with something like three thousand words to go to finish the first draft and it's KILLING me.

I keep hopping back and forth between the two chapters I have to finish every time I stall on a section, so I haven't gotten either one done yet, but I'm really close to getting the first one finished, so the plan is to get that one done and get myself to the point where I only have one chapter to focus on.

And when I'm done, Chinese food I can't afford (because I spent my spare money on a refurbished MP3 player, heh) and Iron Man. HMPH.

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[ficangel.livejournal.com]

Ahh, the part that's most comparable to the eighth month of pregnancy. "I don't care if I'm having a hell-baby that immediately chews through its own umbilical cord, JUST GET IT OUT." Fun times. YOU CAN DO THIS. (Icon totally directed your way.)