I managed to get a bit of writing done today. My book is coming along, but slowly. I had plans of wrapping up this draft by Wednesday and now I am not sure that I am going to make it. Life has been distracting again. I am still going to stick to my self imposed deadline. There is still a chance I can make it. I don’t have much left to go.
I know what is going to happen (mostly), I just have to write it down. I think one of the reasons I am slowing down is because I am afraid to write that last word and then have to take a step back to look at the whole picture. Like a sculptor who has almost finished a master piece, but is leery of making those last few chisel taps because I might knock off a nose or something.