Wasn't feeling it

I have no idea why I wasn't feeling it last night but I wasn't. And it was really weird because I had the whole night open to write. I seriously had from the time the baby went to bed until about 1 am all to myself and actually got almost nothing accomplished.

I tried to do some editing on the end of chapter 8, which is the last chapter in the actual story. I am having issues on ending the story, and finding the right way to do so. I feel like the dialogue at the end is pretty cheesy but there is really no way to say what Harry has to say without sounding cheesy. Ginny appreciates it but I am also trying to work out her responses in a ginny-ish way.

I also did some short editing work on the epilogue, which has come a long way. I think the dialogue in part three of the epilogue is almost perfected. Ok, maybe I got some stuff done last night but the problem was the muse was pretty much gone from me and I had almost no inspiration. That really put a downer on the evening!

I think it's because a good friend of mine just had a bad ending to a relationship. Friday afternoon we went out for a few pints to talk about it, and ever since then I've been very dis-illusioned with romance and love. This woman really messed with his mind, basically proposed to him, then stalled out and decided he wasn't her "true love." I thought this was such crap, especially since the woman seemed so good for him, and seemed to have a straight head on. I was really sad for him that he got hurt, and I've been in a funk since then.

Ok, got to go. I'm at work with my kid and he's needing attention while I write this. Ah two year olds. Cheers until then.