Wild how finally reaching a point in my story I've been itching to write has killed (tanked maybe is a better word? It's not totally dead) my drive to keep going.
I'm feeling very satisfied right now. Proud of myself for reaching my goal. My brain is very much like "Good job, take 5, take a nap, drink some water." Which is probably good, but I'm always slightly worried my hyperfixation is going to leave. I've abandoned projects for less than this, but I know myself well enough now to know what's really going on: I'm going to have to organize all my notes for the new subplots, map out the next few chapters, find the next "happy point" I want to reach in the story.
Basically, starting a "new project" within the current existing project, and my brain is like, "That sounds like work, I don't wanna do that rn."
And honestly, this next arc is probably going to be quite fun to write, because I get to play with the social aspects of it now, the part I lovingly call my Rumor Arc. And I already have an idea of what I want to do with the next few chapters anyway. I just have to map out my beats, and then I'll be back at it again by next week.
But it's those parts I have to keep focused on. Don't focus on the work, focus on the goal, and the fact that I know I'm going to have fun getting there.
