bending_sickle | Enough is enough* (Reply)

okay so apparently i only get into the swing of things like 100 words away from the day’s word count which means the majority of the day’s writing is hell

also i have no idea where i’m going really and i keep making the novel bigger like holy shit they’re doing that?!? and it’s too much i can’t i feel like my character just go on without me plot i’ll just hide here where it’s safe

but no i can’t stop i have to keep going and the one scene i know i’m going to write is going to have to be epic and dripping with action and energy and i don’t think i can write that i never think i can write that but it’s going to get done regardless

and basically this is what writing this novel feels like

"You should stop, Ic’,” Chip urged. "Last time you went out there you almost fainted."

Icarus’s brow furrowed and he tried to focus his eyes on Chip’s face. "I always –"

"Before, damnit. Sirens weren’t even going off and you were already wobbley."

Crowley wiped his brow with the edge of his jacket, his hands too covered in oil, herbs and blood to do the job. "Kid’s right, angel," he admitted. "We’re stirring the waters up too much as it is, and I hate to break it to you, but you look like you’ve been put through a meat grinder."

"As do you," said Icarus, closing his eyes without sparing a glance at the demon.

"Aren’t you a charmer?" Crowley sat back on his heels and turned towards Dean. "We should move out."

"Do you have enough?"

Chip bristled. "Icarus has had enough."