Finished. Just over 5,000 words. I. Am. Wrung. Out. Rarely have I felt the words pour out of me; well, not just pour, but that they were physically pulled out. Like on Supernatural (I’m a fangirl, it’s one of my favorite shows), when Sam and Dean vanquish a demon and the black smoke is just yanked out of the person’s body. Oh, my. I am exhausted.
I am hopeful that those two will leave me alone for now; I have housework to do because I’ve managed to neglect the husband and kids all day. So I can NOT allow myself to get back to the #WIP or pick up the novel I am reading (Jennifer McQuiston’s What Happens in Scotland). Not yet.
But tomorrow…tomorrow I will boot up the laptop and perhaps be able to approach my now-familiar characters in a new way.