Job's done.

[tefnut]

That's it, my last day was last thursday. It was very moving. I've been in a half daze since.
We rehearsed all day at the theatre on sunday. That didn't help at all. I feel cut off from reality. I suppose I just need to find a rhythm (a healthy one, please).

I've kept writing: my manuscript is at 46507 words now. That's a lot, for me. And it's now that I'm getting scared by the scale of the project -- not so much the word count by itself, but by the themes. Fatherhood. Gender fluidity. Homosexuality. That's a effin' lot. Most of the time, thankfully, I don't even see the themes. I just think of the story, which is really what I should focus on. But since I've stopped working, the enormity of the themes is affecting me. Meh.

I'll kick myself in the butt and feel better in a couple of days, hopefully.

Comments

[silverjackal]

That is certainly an impressive total on the manuscript! Hopefully you'll be able to relax and look forward to what's coming up. You're going to go to New Zealand, aren't you?

[tefnut]

Yes, in a month or so. :) I have to empty the flat by then, because after that, we won't be coming back to France. We'll be moving to England.

I've written a couple more scenes by now. Even though it still feels daunting, I'm back into the story, thanks to:
- Sarah, who's as nasty as usual, and by the power of her Anya-like social skills, manages to lighten the mood of every scene she appears in;
- Charles, who's just given a stern talking-to to Donovan (my MC). The young whippersnapper deserved it. I'm getting to like Charles a lot since last chapter, where he was in the spotlight. His cold-hearted behaviour is just a facade.