Fuck winning. Hell with losing. This isn’t over by a long shot. — Chuck Wendig

48379 / 50000 words. 97% done!

I’m pumping along at just about par. I can do this.

On the other hand, the manuscript won’t be done, it’ll just be 50k. I must remember not to flush all my efforts down the crapper.

Now I’m left with the problem of how to finish what I’ve written. I’m feeling like I’m going to need to steam ahead regardless of plot holes and write to the end. It is definitely not enough for me to have an ending in mind—because there is never one way to reach it. Well, at least not in the case of this manuscript. Eventually I’ll have to turn things so that it will seem like my ending is the only way it could end, or at least that’s what I’m told. And I have a feeling I should examine that instead of taking it to heart.

I’m going to keep writing until I finish this motherfucker so I can get to Draft One in a timely manner.

I’m trying out Scapple, and so far it’s been a helluva lot easier than using plenty of mind-mapping software out there. It’s pretty bare-bones right now, but it’s nice and flexible that I feel like I’m scrawling on paper—though the difference is that I can easily erase and move stuff around.

Hey, you know what? Maybe I’ll fast-forward to the ending and write that. In celebration of an ending of sorts to a long marathon of literary abandon.