I seriously don’t know what my problem is, but this happens EVERY SINGLE TIME I write a book. I get to the very end, and I can’t focus.
I find a million things that HAVE to be done.
Right this very second.
Like scraping off the dried-on Honey Nut Cheerio that’s been stuck to the tile under my couch for about three months. Or organizing all of my Kindle books into collections. Or cleaning out our Harry Potter closet full of a mish mash of camping gear, swimming equipment, toys that are in long-term “time out,” diapers of all sizes (seriously, I’ve been hoarding diapers for years, apparently) and more give-away bags that I care to admit I own.
And those are just the non-essential tasks of yesterday and today.
So tonight, I sat down and said to myself: You WILL finish this book. Tonight. NO American Idol. NO surfing Amazon for another new book to read. NO calling Mom, Dad, either sisters, bestie from high school, friend down the street that I’ve already talked to like ten times today, husband who is just in the other room (also working.)
I guess I am just not firm enough with myself, because somehow, instead of writing, I am listening to Curious George on PBSkids.org (I unwisely let my 3yo take a five hour nap this afternoon, so we’ll probably be up all night long watching this stuff) and updating my blog. Oh, and checking Twitter and FB.
By the way, the rest of the book I’m whining about is written. And I’ve gone through it twice already to do my edits. And I still haven’t written the last couple of scenes. I have them outlined. I have them imagined. I’ve known exactly how this book will end since I first started writing it. And yet… *crickets chirping* (that’s the sound in my brain when I sit down to write)
Where are you at in your manuscript? Do you stall on endings or breeze through them?