Writing is a fickle bitch.  That’s for sure.  I just worked a ten hour day.  I was in no place to write tonight, but as every writer knows, you have to put your ass in the chair every single day.  As much as you can anyway.  Sure enough, a little whisky and some dedication to the page itself helped me pound out six pages or so.  Oh, I wanted to stop at 500 words.  Then 1000 words.  But, yeah.  Once i was in, I was in.  

If you pay attention to the really blurry shit below, I mapped out quite a few chapters in the last few days.  I may have mapped out the ending of the book.  Maybe, maybe not.  It all changes once i am in the story anyway, so I don’t even know why I bother.  Still, it’s nice to know where I am trying to get to.  I want a big battle.  I want my main characters together once and for all.  I want my four musketeers to do something cool.  

I just don’t know if I can.  I managed to write them into such precarious positions that I’m not even sure I can put them all in the same room together at this point.  

The writing will take me where I need to go.  I have in faith in that.  It might be eight more chapters.  It might be twenty.  Who knows.  Just because I mapped out a nice chunk doesn’t mean I’ll stick to it.  The words have a way of changing themselves.

That’s all for tonight.  Time for a little more whiskey.

I may or may not be binge watching Game of Thrones before the premiere of Season Seven.

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