Well, here we are. Was it worth it—putting up with my lack of writing schedule? Was the ending what you hoped? As for why the ending os so very late, there are a multitude of reasons.
For one, my health, while never top-notch, has been taking hit after hit lately. Though, according to every doctor I've been to, there is nothing wrong with me…they haven't seen me collapse yet.
In addition, my stress level is skyrocketing. I am living in a very undesirable set of conditions, while trying to help two children to grow and mature so they can be as whole as possible. My course load this round is heavier than anything I've done before—I've had to drop two of my classes just to keep my head up. I am volunteering more than ever, on many different fronts, and trying to balance that with the job I've settled for.
For years, I was working at a library, which I loved—the books, the programs, the kids—and the pay was what I needed, while not being crazy excess. Now, I am working (again) for a woman who I do not like and barely respect. The daycare does not pay nearly as well—I'm down to minimum wage, and the only way I can up that is to take a course—one of the ones I dropped—and force them to pay me more, as I will be in the possession of a certain piece of paper.
To top this all off, I have a temperamental internet service, that sometimes works…and then it doesn't.
This cannot possible make up for the fact that my story has dragged on more than a year, with only five chapters at the end—not counting the Alternate Ending—but I think that if you know part of why it has happened, you will perhaps be a little more forgiving towards the timeline.
And maybe discourage me from doing anymore multi-chaps in the future.
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