BUT, it turns out, I was this:
Why was I mostly dead? Because I was up to my eyeballs in my second round of edits on DEFIANCE. I turned them in on Friday, and then spent the next few days stuffing my brains back into my head. The entire process looked something like this:
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| Yes. I have a plan. The words are flowing. I know what I'm doing! Due Friday morning, you say? No problem! |
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| Who told this scene to misbehave? Wait...WHO TOLD THIS ENTIRE MANUSCRIPT TO MISBEHAVE? |
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| It's okay. IT'S OKAY. My plot isn't broken. My pacing isn't broken either. If I just twist this piece and tug on that line and move THIS ... and then pray for a small miracle ... |
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| Rome is burning. ROME IS BURNING! |
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| Alright. So I burned down *#$%ing Rome. That will just have to be my new plot crisis. Anyone who doesn't like it can burn too. |
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| Thursday night. Arcs. Plot twists. Veeeeerrrrrrbbbbbs. I don't think I remember what a verb is anymore. Is that a problem? I hope that's not a problem. |
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| *cue hysterical laughter for no apparent reason* |
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| Hey! Rome didn't burn! All the pieces miraculously fit! I turned it in on time and I DID NOT DIE! |
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| Shh. My brain is dead. |
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| Accurate post-edit face. For four days. Maybe five. |