Drank a lot last night. That tamped down the manic thing. Sigh. Better day today.
Thought a lot about finishing the book. Wrote a few notes in keep, mostly random lines. I’m feeling melancholy and suspect the last scene will reflect that.
I’m really anxious to read the whole thing now, see if my impressions of the story meet the actuality of what I’ve written. It’s been five months worth of writing. I remember the first chapter, and then there’s a lot of blur.
Done tomorrow. Have I said that already recently?