OMG, how much do you love the end of “Bed of Roses”? I mean, we’ve had this whole Dark Period thing, and she comes to him all vulnerable and remorseful with her little bouquet of flowers and stuff. She says what she has to say, and she turns to go. And then she stops and she says: This is the part where you’re supposed to tell me to wait. Yeah, you say wait, don’t go. And then you forgive me for being stupid and the last person to figure out what everyone else already knew (or whatever she says), and then you put your arms around me and we know everything’s going to be all right.
And he’s all: I guess I’m not familiar with the procedure.
Guh. Did you die a little right then?
And so she’s going to leave (hang on, getting a tissue ’cause just thinking about it–with the teariness) and he’s all: Wait, don’t go.
And then with the– you know–and he says everything’s going to be all right.
I’m sorry. I’m just a mess now. Did I have a point? Update. Right.
No new writing to report on today, as I’ve been all crazy with the family stuff this weekend. But because this last part of the story being a big fuzzy puffball in my head has been making me not want to work, tonight I sat down and started writing about all the stuff I need to cover. It was good to write it all down, and some things came clearer to me as I did it. Still, I have tons of unanswered questions for myself (and Kettle– sucks to be her), but I did determine that the approximate amount of stuff I have yet to cover should fit within the approximate amount of words I planned to write. If that makes any sense. More clearly, I think I’m really going to end up between 90K-100K, and not with 80K or 120K, and that makes me happy.
Let me tell you that as I’m working my way into the last third and now, perhaps, the last quarter of the story, I am constantly reminding myself that this is the first draft. If I need to change stuff later, that’s all right. If I have to add something in this last part to make it convincing and that means I have to go back and add it in bits throughout the manuscript, that’s all right.
Everything’s going to be all right.
I know I always sound stressed out and neurotic to you guys. Mostly that’s just because I am.