That’s in twenty-eight days, people. Less than a month to complete the first draft of my novel. I have (maybe) four chapters and an epilogue left to tackle. I’m hopeful I can get them all written, but with the holidays and some other stuff going on, it’ll be a photo-finish for sure. But, I’m up for a challenge any day.
I’ve never given myself a deadline before. I was hesitant to do it this time around. But, I realized that if I didn’t, I’d be piddling around on this thing forever with no end in sight. I needed something to work for, and once I set that date, it was game on. There were times where I thought for sure I’d fail and miss the deadline. (One of those times was just last week when the shit hit the fan in our family.) But, we persevere, recover and take life by the horns and hang on for dear life.
I’m confident I’ll finish on time. I’m excited (and terrified) to finish on time. When it’s done, that means that there’s still a bazillion things left to do. Edit. Edit some more. Edit again. Send it to my beta. Edit again. Then–publish? OMG I can’t even. But I’m nothing if not determined. Bring it on.