Halfway mark.

I just realized that the finishing of that last story makes me halfway done with this project.  13 down, 13 to go.  The strangest thing is how normal all of this has become to me.  When I look back at the first few months of posts it’s a little odd to see how…I’m not sure what the word is…stressed I was?  That’s not right.  I still get stressed with every deadline.  And I’m pretty sure that overall that’s a good thing.  It’s not stress, it’s more like uptightedness or something like that.  I thought I understood so much about the process back in August.

Lord I had absolutely zero idea of what was coming and what this was going to start feeling like week after week.

Sigh.  So naive.   Now.  Does anyone have anything whatsoever for me to write about?  Cause I’ve got nothing.

Comments

  1. What runs through people’s mind’s when they’re drinking alone? I always wondered that. Write that!