I’m looking for something a bit anti-climactic here.
Unlike a really good novel which reaches a stunning crescendo before
sweeping breathlessly to the end, I’d prefer my final days of writing The
Hushing Days to be rather bland.
Boring.
A real yawner, as it were.
Just let me drag the poor weary bones of myself and my muse over the
finish line and collapse on the other side of “Done.”
Drape a towel over my shoulders, shove a Gatorade into my hand and
guide me to the nearest recovery tent and I’d be good.
So, please, if you have any extraneous drama buzzing about just looking
for a place to, well, buzz don’t look this way.
Please.
Pretty please.
We’re looking for flat-line finishes only, here.
Oh, how wonderfully boring that would be.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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