So, yesterday, I wrote the final chapter of my work in progress. Woo-hoo! Does that mean I'm finished, done, finito with the rough draft? Of course not! Why? Well, I'm glad you asked. You see, I have to finish the chapter leading up to the final chapter. Yup, you got it, I wrote the final chapter before the next to the last chapter because . . .
I was lost in the Land of Procrastination! I mean, seriously, people, I only had two chapters to write and . . . I couldn't seem to do it. I did everything but write. I immersed myself in a five book series. Read every last one of the books. I started another new book. I went shopping. I watched tv. I did everything except . . . write the final two chapters in the rough draft of my current work in progress.
I have no clue why I was procrastinating. Perhaps I just didn't want to finish the rough. Perhaps I wanted to linger with these characters for a bit longer. Perhaps . . . well, the excuses are many and the reality is I wasn't unhappy in the Land of Procrastination.
So, why the final chapter yesterday? I have no clue. The words just seemed to erupt - Mt. Vesuvius on a bad day - out of me. I went with the flow. I wrote. Final chapter - DONE!
Now, I have to go back and write the next to the last chapter. I hope to get that done this weekend. Hope. No definite plans, just a bit of hope . . . and, sometimes, dear readers, hope is all we have in this life.