I always stumble at the finish line.
At home, I leave a trail of unfinished business behind me, breadcrumbs that never quite manage to lead me back to the beginning.
In writing, that final culmination of events and tying off of knots often finds me struggling against looking too far ahead, to my next project. Or the other direction – back at the beginning, is everyone accounted for? I’m not sure I like where this person ended up. Where did tat person even go?
These are things for the edit process, the revisions that should come next.
But those edits and revisions are another kind of finish line. If I had to guess, I’d wager I have more than 400,000 written words. A couple of complete first drafts in a series I literally spent months creating a mythological structure to work within. Another nearly complete work in a much more literary vein. And so, so many more words hanging, waiting on me to come back and clean them up, to polish and shine and prepare them to be taken out of the closet.
This is just a facet of me that I acknowledge and accept but do not like.
And it seems it has rolled right on over to the ROW. I was doing fairly well. Some days making great strides, others not so great, but I was always moving forward and almost always made check in. I think I missed one in the first 60 days.
Then, last Wednesday, I saw the finish line.
I wrote up my Check In, and forgot to post it. I did however, remember to add myself to the Linky and to Facebook. Have no idea what you all ended up reading. I never went back to solve that little mystery.
Then Sunday, missed Check In altogether. Not like I had much to report, but still. . .
And today, I’m ready, but we don’t end till tomorrow. Of course, it’s easy to be done today. I haven’t actually done anything. No piano, no reading, no work on Mother of the Year.
(After this was originally posted, I did get one of those up – Holly Jolly, My %#$, Oh Wait. . . in which my Grinchy self is taught a lesson by a four-year-old, so I threw that on here when I came back to add the Linky. Technically it was before the deadline, so it counts, right?)
I did get one more 10 x10 up – inspired by me cleaning out my Writing favorites folder – I honed in on 10 of my favorite websites for writing.
So not only did I stumble at the end, I seem to have fallen down on an UP escalator. The momentum of the ROW machine is till climbing to the top, but I’m kind of rolling around in a silly, flailing ball on the third step down.
So. Eventually, I’ll see you at the top!
Came back in and edited to add the Linky.