See now as a romance writer, that title could totally have different meanings. Unfortunately, the one in which I’m referring to isn’t going to be that much fun. This weekend I’ve dedicated myself to the task of finishing my book. We’re talking three days – I had to take a day off - three chapters PLUS putting the damn thing altogether to see if makes sense.
I’m dreading it. Because I know my back is going to hurt for sitting and typing so long. My brain is going to hurt when I re-read the thing back to me and I curse at how stupid I was in Chapter Four and how I didn’t even know what I was doing in Chapter Nine.
Of course I’m looking forward to it too. Because I will know the satisfaction of typing The End on another completed book. Because I will no longer have that feeling of dread that I should probably be writing instead of reading a book I was looking forward to.
This isn’t my first rodeo… (I’ve been using that expression a lot and I’ve never even been to a rodeo so that’s kind of weird.) and the truth is I really really hope it won’t be my last.
Because as much as I’m dreading this weekend and as hard as this book has been, there is another one to write. I can see it out there on the horizon and it calls to me.