I want to send out the final episode and epilogue of Speaking Into The Fog before Christmas Eve. I get it that this Christmas thing is kind of a thing. And I want to leave people alone for a few days.
What was I thinking? I wrote Instalment six in a sort of fever... the story took a turn in a way that surprised me. I was just figuring this out as I went along. Installments (almost) daily, just whatever I was thinking at the time and the microphone on my phone and some catchy tunes...
Now that I am so close, it feels like the easiest time to give up. Who would care? Who would even notice? I can let myself off the hook...
But it's never about others, it's about the place I get myself to. If I can move myself, I can help others move.
Or maybe I'm just an idiot.