*gasps for breath*
Must make it to the finish line. Side cramps are killing me. Feet are burning. Brain is about to explode.
So close… and yet, so far!
I have three scenes left to write. Three! Work is bedlam as we finish the last two weeks of school, but I can still meet my deadline of finishing Draft #1 by the last day of school if I put my head down and push through these last pages.
Throw Gatorade at me (wait, aren’t I supposed to drink that?), tempt me with red wine and tiramisu at the finish–I don’t care. I MUST FINISH!
And then I must celebrate before I delve into more research and edits. Any suggestions for the grand hullaballoo?