All But One Part

No one is ever going to publish this book. I know that now. I’m saying it up front so that when the delusion that I should send it out sets in, I can look back and see that I already knew this. It’s weird. It’s preachy. It’s weird. Did I say that?

But my god, at least it will be the story I want to tell.

I think I have a Nathan-Bedford-Forrest-ex-machina. I don’t know what to tell you about that. But at least the rhythm of the end finally feels right. I finished writing the big dramatic confrontation and I felt a rush and a let-down when it was over. So, it finally feels like a climax, I think.

I’m going to have to go back and wrestle some with of the tone, but it’s second-draftable, finally.

Just one little bit more.

My brain is pretty much mush though. Mushy, mush, mush, mush.

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