ieva melgalve

Finally, I realized that I couldn’t take work any more and took a 2-week long vacation. This resulted in the mental equivalent of having my head smacked with a hammer (Tom&Jerry style): I suddenly lost half of my mental capacity because I figured I don’t need to think any more.
I’m fine now, I think, and the vacation has just begun. I just hit almost 50 K words, and am at the point where I figured it is necessary to figure out possible endings, see which ones I like, and move towards them, slowly but steadily. As it is, Newil is still stuck light years away from the place where the action was supposed to happen (but he has a lot to do in where he is); and I have to bring him home slowly, while everything I need to happen to my main characters, happens. (I guess that this is what I still have to work on: to brainstorm on many things that need to (or may) happen with my main characters before the end. Finally, I’ll have the time to write properly, without this mad rushing forward. (But then again, most of my ideas came during wordsprints, so probably having them trumps slow and smart writing.)

But now, cookies and cakes and everything else my family expects from me on Sunday.