Okay. Someone stretch my tongue out and call me a gat dang liar; this is first time, with me writing this story, that I've become physically ill trying to wrap up this chapter. Yeah, physically ill as in I want to start throwing up because of an insane amount of stress this seems to be causing me and driving me out my mind from today.
I have all the pieces, but they refuse to come together, I've cut the ending part down, and it's still not coming together, I know what's in it, what has to happen, and it refuses to sow itself shut. I'll be blunt, if I don't get this chappie out by Monday, it's probably not coming out until ****ing May. To say that I'm frustrated beyond a shadow of a doubt is an understatement.
I guess the holiday chapters took more out of me than I thought, or not writing for several months has taken it's toll and I'm losing my touch.
I know you Coldman, Shadow, Cef, and Lectori (when she gets back ) will stand by me, but I've got nothing coming out of me unless I squeeze my brain until it hurts and cries - and I don't want to feel nausiated anymore; my old inspirations have stopped producing so I don't know, I don't know, just when I think it's close to being done, it's not.
I know this yo-yo talk sucks, and I'm gonna cry now, and quite possibly vomit.
I have all the pieces, but they refuse to come together, I've cut the ending part down, and it's still not coming together, I know what's in it, what has to happen, and it refuses to sow itself shut. I'll be blunt, if I don't get this chappie out by Monday, it's probably not coming out until ****ing May. To say that I'm frustrated beyond a shadow of a doubt is an understatement.
I guess the holiday chapters took more out of me than I thought, or not writing for several months has taken it's toll and I'm losing my touch.
I know you Coldman, Shadow, Cef, and Lectori (when she gets back ) will stand by me, but I've got nothing coming out of me unless I squeeze my brain until it hurts and cries - and I don't want to feel nausiated anymore; my old inspirations have stopped producing so I don't know, I don't know, just when I think it's close to being done, it's not.
I know this yo-yo talk sucks, and I'm gonna cry now, and quite possibly vomit.