Today is the day I will finish my book, the last four chapters that are in my mind but not in my computer. I am so excited and am uber confident I can do it. No, the book won't be done, and that's OK. There will be lots of edits and revisions in the next several weeks, maybe months. Today is a huge milestone: I will finish the first typed draft of a story I am so excited to tell.
I signed up for a writing class in October with the goal of finishing this book by the last week of class. It is the Sunday before the last class. I will be so excited to read the last few paragraphs in class on Wednesday and share my success with a room full of writers.
As the urge hit me this morning to just go to the coffee shop at the book store and finish those last chapter, I decided to bring my big kids with me. My teenager has exams in one week; she could bring her homework and books to study. The last time I went out to write, my pre-teen son had an accident and scratched his cornea. I wanted to bring him with me today. He could bring his homework for the week and his DS. They could both buy a book to read or a suduko book or whatever it would take for them to be happy while I write. I need four hours, one hour per chapter, silence, eats, and minimal interruptions. When I proposed this to my daughter, she was all in; when I told my son he said he would rather have his eye poked out again than have to sit quietly at the bookstore doing homework for four hours. Fair enough. I would prefer he wear safety goggles...just in case.