I’m only halfway through this short book, and I’m already mourning the end. Not just because the heroine is doomed from the first page. I don’t want this story to end. I want to go back and reread all of the stories that inspired it. I want to read other stories that were inspired by those stories (even though I already have, and there are always more).

I want to go back and reread the stories that I wrote that were inspired by the same stories. I want to fix the story I’ve been writing for the last two years.

I feel like I’m on the edge of something. It’s going to be weird, and confusing, and very, very interesting (to me, at least). But it’s also going to be a lot of work. I might be almost ready to stop procrastinating now.