If there’s anything I’m really good at, it’s procrastinating. Here it is, a full week into 2013, and I’m not any farther along with ‘Son of Corse’ than I was at the end of 2012.

While it’s true that I’ve had stuff going on, there’s been time to write and I haven’t taken advantage of it. I’m hoping this is a bout of temporary insanity that was brought on with the holidays and family being around the house all day long. 

Today, I finish my retail job. I head out on Friday morning for a SCA event in Portland. I’ve now told myself I can’t pack for the trip until I’ve made progress on the book. My definition of that would be at least finishing the chapter I’m in. 

I’m closing in on the end. This chapter, the final one, and the epilogue. I *should* be able to at least finish this chapter by Thursday, possibly the final one. I just need to sit my backside into this chair, and do it.

I’m not sure why I’m taking my time finishing it up. Could it be that I’m not ready to let go of the characters? That’s possible. But, like everything in life, we all must move forward or be stuck forever in the past. I spent too much time letting insecurities from childhood keep me from moving forward as an adult. Time to move forward again.

Status update: Haven’t seen the review yet, though Mr. Henry’s given me hope that he’s enjoying it. No word yet on ‘Lily’, either, but the month is young.

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