… Well, sort of done. I was really excited last night about finishing Part 3. It seemed so good in my head, so perfect … until I read it again today and realized I’d done a really skimpy job on the last few pages. Reads like a bad screenplay.
Sigh. It needs work, just like everything else. I’m so frustrated and scared, actually–that’s right, I said it–that I’m not good enough a writer to be in charge of this story. Someone more talented than me should have written it.
It’s raining. I put too much water in my noodles.