I’ve figured it out. I’m writing a romance novelized version of Beowulf. My heroes (and this might be spoilery, but it’s based off Beowulf so if you haven’t read that yet, I don’t feel bad for spoiling) die in the end. Well, it’s a two part thing because there are two sets of monsters, blah blah blah. Anyway, my heroes from the first part die in the end of the second part. And I don’t wanna!! I keep stalling and stalling and watching tv instead of writing and making excuses and doing all manner of junk to get out of writing.
BUT. My evil plague is finally ending and I can *sigh* I guess start listening to Tool and drinking whisky and killing my little precious babies. I think maybe I need to go buy a bottle of Laphroaig because that seems more fitting than the bourbon I have been drinking.
Looks like I’ll be adding more gravestones to the little graveyard in my notebook. And I think it will be tonight because I need to pull the bandaid. So wish me luck, I’m going in.