getting on with it

About a week ago, I ran out of excuses to avoid taking this path through a very dark wood. What started as a nightmare that woke me from a deep sleep over a year ago has finally made it to the page.

Eight pages, for now, a good chunk of it heinous, violent murder from the pov of the antagonist. A lot less will be more, but this is where I have to start--staring horror in the face.

It's a very rough draft with many edits pending. This last run-through kept me fully occupied and away from the idiocracy spewing from all forms of media, and I'm grateful to myself for kicking it into gear. 

Sophie insists that her hips fit right next to mine in the stitching chair. Kinda.

You might be sick of seeing this meme, but it nails the feeling I had when I finished writing this scene. Sublimely indestructible? God like? High as a damn kite?

Update: I just spent about five minutes on Insta and saw this meme six times. I think the reason it's so popular is that we are desperate to feel this way, even if only for the length of a song and dance. 

(In case you haven't seen it, the comedy/drama, "Your Friends & Neighbors" on Apple TV, is worth getting a week's free trial. I'm on the second watch.)

I'm still toying with the idea of this being the cover of the book in progress, only I wish the background were black  

The S and the B just touching is intentional.

And if I don't stop fooling around with AI, my fingers are going to fall off or something else dire.