Have I lost my Mind? You can tell me.
You know how the phrase goes: Question Everything. I’m beginning to think I’ve taken that theory a bit too literally. I’m on the final draft of my novel as I’ve mentioned before. And as exciting as that sounds, I almost feel like I’m back at square one. Does that really sound right? What about this…? Hang on, it didn’t say that two drafts ago, did it? Wait, did I write that? This needs to be right!
Oh my god, I’ve fallen into crazy land. Where did the confidence go? I swear I had this in the bag a few days ago. The finely oiled machine sparking to life and all that? How the hell did this happen?
I swear my eyes have gone crossed. Where are my computer glasses?
It’s only 6:30? It feels like two in the morning. I have how many more chapters to go?
I love my book. Have I mentioned that? I am in love with my story. Truly. But it’s killing me right now.
The final draft is a daunting task. Much more so than I could have imagined. This is the one. The draft that says it all. Signed, sealed and delivered. No screw ups, no errors or mistakes in grammar. This is the draft that says, I’m ready, the book is ready. So naturally, I wonder, am I? Is it? Really? I think I need a nap.