The Princess is considering lemon Greek yoghurt next, just to see if it’ll get the crumb the way she wants it. I, of course, have no objection.
Also also also me: Clearly the solution is another nice big cuppa Irish Breakfast. CLEARLY.
Character’s response: “Well, I’m not in the business of saving the world anymore either, but life isn’t listening, now is it?”
“It’s an uncommon stance, at a time when writers are expected to sell their image as much as their work and even translators are clamoring for recognition.” https://lithub.com/when-a-young-literary-star-refuses-the-spotlight/
Instead I’m going to finish my coffee, look over the day’s revision work, and cry.
Gotta have achievable goals.
But for now, I get to fall into bed, content with having done my best today.
It’s a sweet feeling, and a comfort.
But then, what does one expect of the third in a monstrous epic fantasy series?
At least it’ll be finished.
I write books. All the time. I can't stop. Definitely not Loki in disguise, of course not, how could you think that.