I am just about to finish a book. Writing, I mean, not reading, because that's a whole different ball game of expectation versus reality and that sort of thing.
This book, the one I'm writing, although obviously I'm not writing it right now because I'm writing this, which is part of the problem because procrastination... has been 'nearly finished' for about the last three months. 'Nearly' as in, within two chapters. The end is so nearly in sight that it's like that bit at the end of a very long car journey, where everyone has been saying 'are we nearly there yet?' for the last hundred and fifty miles, and you've been saying 'nearly', until you actually are nearly there, when you turn round to discover that everyone's fallen asleep and then they get all cranky about arriving because you have to wake them up to get out of the car. If you see what I mean.
Anyway. I truly am 'nearly there'. And you'd think, wouldn't you, that I'd be tapping away, racing through those last words to get to The End..? Er, no. I'm more, sort of, not.
So, what is stopping me?
But then you have to do it. And gradually you realise that... you could have done better.
And this is where the moist soft-furnishings of redrafting and editing come in. You've done it, you've let it go, you've finally managed the wee, but you realise that you've got a lot of drying out and mopping to do before you can appear in public. So, here is where I rely on the incontinence pants of beta-readers, who will wipe up the worst of my damp patches before my End is actually submitted.
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