i brushed my hair. i held my breath. i went out to face the wilderness.

Oof.

600 words is all the universe gets out of me today.

I think I have hit post-novel ennui 110 pages early. I can tell, because I just went and added a whle bunch of self-consciously gritty pay TV serieses to my Netflix queueueueueueueue, and I would much rather watch any of them than work on the book.

It may be time to abandon this deathmarch and take a week off.

But right now I am going to eat curry and watch the first couple of episodes of Castle. I will try not to hate it, but no promises.