I had a plan this weekend. It was an ambitious plan but I think it had potential. What my plan didn’t take into account was just how cunning my mind is when it’s not on board with the plan!
Instead of dragging [Indigo Romeo Lima] over the imaginary finish line like I had planned, I spent all yesterday cleaning, tidying, and then decided to move a vast number of books. The file sat open on my MacBook all day, waiting patiently for me to stop fecking about and get on with it.
Did I get on with it?
No, I did not.
I cleaned, tidied, and moved books. Then I finalised the menu for a family lunch next Saturday. And did the washing and so forth, then I cooked hamburgers for dinner. Fab day.

Today, I thought I’d better get some words written. So I did. I did not achieve my original (lofty) plan but I am 4000 words better off and I am pleased with those words. That’s important. Imagine if those 4000 (plus) words were utter shite? Yeah, that’d be awful. Yes, I did roll my eyes.
It’s a first draft so they won’t be exactly be fantastic words but they’re not that bad.
The story is solid. That’s the most important thing.
The end will come faster than I know, because it always does. I don’t need to push myself to the brink of insanity to make it happen sooner. It won’t help.
But, but, but, I want it done yesterday. 🙂

What I must do is slow the hell down and let the story flow instead of turning the tap on full bore and wondering why I can’t keep up. Then getting annoyed with myself.
This is a familiar struggle for me. Every book. I get to a certain place with the story and I want it done. Now.
The really amusing thing is when I get maybe two chapters from what feels like The End, I will stop writing. Just stop. And it will take a few days for me to go back to it.
I go from wanting the book finished to not wanting the fun to end.
I clearly have a warped idea of fun.

There ya go.
Do you plan writing time and do everything except write?
What happens when you narrow in on a potential ending?

Here’s Dallas: