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almost done.
I'll compromise on Black Waltz. These other ideas I have for more chapters can fit into another book. I didn't plan on having six books in this "Anathema" universe. It's unavoidable now. I have three chapters left to write for this one. I started this specific manuscript in August of last year. I'd like to finish it within the next couple of weeks.

I decided against dividing this into a trilogy unless my publisher asks me to. That's if they even accept this manuscript. It's long--about 165,000 words so far--and it's...unusual. Unorthodox. Now with this compromise, it's not my main work. It's not the big, complete everything that I wanted. That will have to be book five. I don't want to give anything else away with that. It'll be fantasy mixed with romance as I enjoy but from only one person's point of view instead of two.

Book four follows the trend of a continuation in the same universe focusing on different characters, with previous characters showing up as needed. This one is more of a contemporary romance with more recognizable elements. I'm not sure if this will only be from one person's point of view. I'll likely have the alternating points of view as usual just because one character in the main pairing is difficult to read from an outsider's perspective, while the other character seems to be the opposite. I'll only have a dash of fantasy elements to add some flair and dramatics. The setting and the main plot should feel within reach, but still self-referential enough to be intriguing: fashion, unending courtship, love for art and theater, voyeurism and consumerism, letting go of the past, and loving being in love.


I don't talk about myself and what's going on with me. Not as much. Not here. Not anymore. The short of it is that I feel obligated, in a good way, to finish these books. Any other personal issues don't hold me. I have a cold, unbroken conviction about this. Finishing what I have left. Nothing else that could bother me really sticks. Some people may call this "zen." It's not.

I wouldn't wish this on anyone. It isn't worth the calm, the peace, the quiet to not be affected. I care about certain things. I still feel. But the process of what gets filtered out and what stays in my heart isn't palatable enough to discuss. So I don't talk about it.


I finally got around to watching House of Cards on Netflix. I'm not sure if I like it. Claire felt underutilized up until season four. That was the point, I think. It took me a long time to warm up to her, just because I was annoyed that she didn't live up to her potential as a character. I like her more when she doesn't have a conscience and when she does her own thing. Any time she's human or works with/for Frank, something feels off. It's distracting. I wish she didn't have to bother.

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