I’m about two, maybe three scenes away from finishing my latest manuscript (not the sequel to Grime. That’s on tap for next month). But holy smokes. In the past forty-five minutes that I should have been working, I’ve:

  • stared at the pencil container
  • spun the chair in circles
  • deleted emails from my i-phone
  • sharpened my pencils

I don’t get this. I’m almost done”shouldn’t my brain be rushing for the finish line? Shouldn’t I be exalting on how close œthe end is? Makes me wonder if I have a fear of finishing (which then makes me wonder œwhy? which then makes me feel like I need to think about this over tea and chocolate).

Natasha Deen author
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