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Anita has had one of those painful revelation moments. It’s either going to be an epiphany that changes completely how she looks at her life and the men in it, or she’s going to realize that the knowledge doesn’t actually change anything that has gone before. It will change how will deal with certain vampiric abilities in the future, but what’s done is done, alls well that ends well, pick your saying. The milk has spilled and you can’t put it back in the bottle. You just have to clean up the mess, and buy more milk. Anita’s leaning towards the whole epiphany thing, and as her stress level rises, so does mine. I’ve tried for it not to effect me, but it does. We’re planning an outing with our daughter and her friend this weekend. Real family bonding time. I’m so far into Anita’s head, that it seems like a weird thing to do. I’ve reached that magical point where her world is almost more real than anything else, yet not. When I’m like this, it’s a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it helps me write and breath life into the world. A curse because it’s hard to be thinking about vampires and wereleopards when I’m supposed to be helping with homework, and planning family weekends. I have to fight to be truly present in my everyday life, and not so far inside my head, that I’m only there in body, not in spirit. Yet, I strive to keep spirit in that book world, because to lose the feel of a book too much impedes the writing. Deadline is well past, I can’t afford to be impeded. A juggling act, this. One I’ve never truly mastered.
Six pages today. I owe myself at least four more, and I’d prefer five.