okay, so apparently, ranting about how suckily my writing was going worked to get me energized to write last night, cuz I finished a chapter and ran on into the next.

so todays rant. why on earth must I get the writerly version of stage fright? my tummy is full of those butterflies and my chest feels tight; if I were fifteen years older, I'd be wondering if it were a heart attack. I get anxiety attacks, and they feel a lot like this, but instead of crawling into bed and waiting for it to pass, I have to write! I can't waste the hours being curled up in a little ball and doing breathing exercises. Crap.

Does anyone else find finishing something this hard to do? I mean, I can feel the need to write, I'm on fire to do it, but overlaid that is the panic. time to go back and read the chapter I wrote last night. it was great; insane bad guy and the torture of the love interest! wheeee.