Just finished tonight's words. It's

Just finished tonight's words. It's eight in the morning. A new chapter. This and the next one are really tough. How dramatic is dramatic enough? I'm scared to death of melodrama, but I don't want to underdo things like a big coward. Look at me! I'm a big coward that doesn't have the balls to write a chapter where a boy tells a crying girl that she's beautiful.

Well I do and did, but it wasn't easy and it's far from over.

Good news is that I also mapped this and the next chapter out... after that the chapter system disappears entirely, the format of the book changes and I've officially reached the meat of it... the fifty pages I have now... buildup.

Buildup is precisely paced, planned and intentioned.

The meat is a bit more random. More fun to write. More surprises. More gratifying. The bulk of the book.

Then of course... after that is the ending... insanely planned and insanely perfect or the whole book is a rock.

Last book I read turned into a rock at the end. I said, "What is this? I thought it was a book, but nope. Well it's heavy and useless. It must be a rock. That's what it is." And then I threw it in the dirt where it belongs.

I need some sleep.

These nights can't possibly get any later, and yet I want to add a second 500 word quota for my diet book?! I'm crazy.

But things will be running smoother soon. I really hope so.

Either way, the words are good. I think so anyway.

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