Burnside: almost complete

I had three things to do today: laundry, work out, and finish my latest draft of Burnside.

I worked out for two hours this morning. The Beefcake beat me up in our usual Saturday thing, but I got a chance to beat him up later when I taught him how to kickbox. So if anybody walked by our house this morning and saw an enormous man punching a much smaller girl, no worries. I had it all under control. Until that one time I forgot to protect my side, but we don't need to talk about that.

Now I'm about to do laundry because I'm finished with Burnside, at least this draft. I probably wrote 15 pages worth of material today in 4 hours. I tend to do that lately - go through long stretches of letting other things get in the way of writing, then setting aside a day to crank out a ridiculous amount of material. And I feel fantastic about the material. I feel like I solved all my major problems, even that blasted ending that has been giving me fits.

Now she's off to get another pair of eyeballs. Hopefully this version will satisfy, because there's only so many times you can send out a zombie script before you wish you had something else of quality to show, and something with a more original idea.

Today was a good day.