Fifth update: Anchor Foal (Patreon)

11.3K on the word count to finish the month, and...  to just about finish me off.  I'm drained.  Exhausted.  I made sure I ate breakfast this morning, to the point where I went out for that meal.  First time in months.  I shouldn't have done it:  raw expense and time, but...  I knew that once I started on the chapter, that was it.  No stopping for anything, cooking included.

Because we're in the endgame.   Every chapter becomes progressively more terrifying to write.  I couldn't give myself any reason to stop, or I might just stay frozen in place.  Locked out of the story, because that was safer than continuing.  

As is, I suspect the comments are about to explode.

I won't sleep well tonight.  I know I just wrote myself into insomnia.  But that's just part of it.  I can only hope that I brought so many of the threads together.  That the readers see, and decide this was the right way... 

But I can't control that.  I just put it out there, and...  everyone else interprets how it went.  That's writing.

And life.

See you in August.