Well, that didn’t go according to plan. I barely slept, or, no I got 7 hours but I woke up at 6:28am for, some ungodly reason, and my energy levels never really got a chance. I made it through the day, somehow, but pushing target out felt like bloodletting, and let me tell you it wasn’t a flow. I’m sorry, that might be the grossest metaphor I’ve ever put on my blog. But it reflects how wretched I’m feeling. With that said, I’m going to bed now, and thanking whatever higher power there is that I am at least about a quarter of the way through NHO.
I hate writing trilogies. Not for me. Never again. Done with this. Also space opera does not suit me. Actually, I guess it might, because I know that lack of variety is the real culprit. But I think imma need a break from both to be safe. Also also, I just prefer writing stories set in places I know. Even TBS being London-based felt weird to me. Useful to know.