I find myself procrastinating tonight. I have a lot of writing to do, a deadline to meet before the end of October. And strangely enough, I find myself struggling to write the words as they should come. I am stuck in the proverbial traffic before I reach home.
I’m about to finish off a story I’ve been working on for 19 months. It has over 800 readers (if only my blog was that popular) and I’ve written over 110k words in it. Finishing it is hard. Sad. And difficult because I’m about to do something that I’ve been planning and dreading ever since I started it. I need to push my characters to a point where they are ready for the sequel, and they might not like what I’m going to do.
It’s hard. And I’m dreading it.
But I probably have to start.