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Fuck.

I've just figured out the trilogy.

See, I was planning to write Jack&Ellis (or The Dead Isle, as I've taken to calling it) with two endings -- one to post, and one in my head that would lead on to a second book. I wasn't intending to write the second book because I like trilogy writing and two books seems somehow incomplete, and anyway who has the time? But I've just figured out what the third book would be. Which means I'm now artistically obliged to write them. GADDAMMIT. :D

I've been wanting to talk about the ending and the next books, but I don't want to spoil them, so I'm going to talk a little about them behind this cut. I've whited out the text so if you want to comment you can with impunity -- but if you highlight the whitespace, there are ( SPOILERS! )

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Argh, this is so frustrating.

I'm sure it's getting old and I'm tired of whining about it myself (not that you'd know, eh? :D) but it really is driving me crazy. I sat down to try to work on Jack & Ellis because I know what happens next, it's all laid out in my head, but it goes so slow that the writing isn't any good. I want to work on my fic, too, but it's the same thing. It's why it's hard for me to use notebooks, even; it's just not fast enough.

It's been a decade and more since I was this slow. I can remember this frustration, but the last time I had it I was fourteen. I learned to touch-type as a young child but until I started writing and chatting on a regular basis at about fourteen or fifteen I never had much speed. In the space of a year I went from thirty to sixty and though I wasn't tested until recently I reckon by the time I hit university I was averaging over a hundred words per minute. And now I'm knocked back down again. And this stupid splint itches and my wrist still hurts and I know it's just that I'm tired, but six weeks of this? Seriously?

I've toyed with the idea of giving myself an hour of time to work without the splint per day, but even I know what a stupid idea that is and anyway it wouldn't help the physical pain, so there's no real point. I'm sure I'll train myself up to type fast with the splint on, but until then it's making me insane. And there's images to upload and plays to read for work and cooking I could be doing, but instead I've got what amounts to a rubber crowbar where my hand used to be.

I'm off to have a nice long decent sulk.

*sulks*