This is my favorite kind of WIP update post. I’m in the home stretch and I can feel it in my tired bones.
I love this feeling so much. There’s nothing like writing those two little words at the bottom of your manuscript. Everything you worked so hard to accomplish, and often thought you never would, culminates in six little letters.
Maybe I should get a pretty purple curtain like that. Or write it in a fancy font instead of the usual Times New Roman that the rest of the book was written in. It deserves a ton of fanfare, doesn’t it?
Now, I’m kind of cheating, because I haven’t actually written those two words yet. But I’m there. By the time you read this, it will be so.
Life totally got in the way of writing this time around. It hasn’t been this bad in years. Not life itself, jut the distractions. I felt like I’d never get back in the groove. And then I did.
It was gradual. My 200 word days turned back into 500 and then 1,000. Before I knew it, I was racking up a couple 3,000 word days in a row. And just like that, Toasha was back.
And that’s how I’m finally here. I won’t give you some spiel about sunshine and roses. It was hard. But I did it anyway. I wrote when I was sick. I dictated while driving (and you probably saw the disaster that turned out to be). I stayed up well past my bedtime to finish an important chapter, then woke up again at the crack of dawn to sneak more words before work.
And I laid out for days at a time doing absolutely nothing. It happens.
But now I’m ready to type those two little words that mean the world to me. I save this to the end, no pun intended but well timed. I don’t type “The End” on my manuscript until everything is done. Writing, sprinkling, editing, and crying.
And now the time has come.
This book, #3 in The Great Glitch series, was the hardest to write. As I said, life had it out for me this time around. But that makes it even more triumphant to be where I am now.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to