Last night, I forced myself to stay at the keyboard until my word count had reached 30,000. It felt so satisfying to go to bed, knowing that I was almost caught up to my goal and that was only 20,000 words away from a chocolate pancake breakfast (and being done with the book)
Strangely enough, I’ve been almost disinterested with my book this week. In my mind, I’m ready to move on to the next project. Besides, as I write more and more, I have to promise myself to destroy any evidence that this book ever existed. But I’ve decided to keep on moving, and to not flirt with projects, as Beth Anne says I do with books.