So I awake this morning with this thought in my head.
Remember that 80's arcade game with that little frog trying to dodge all the cars and make it across the busy roadway? I can still see myself sitting there at our Commodore 64 begging for my turn. Fumbling with the joystick trying to get it to dash forward but afraid of starting. After all, look at all that can crush this cute little frog under my command: giant bugs, cars, huge trucks... No wonder I would sit there and try to time it out in my head. And if (who am I kidding, WHEN) I'd die I would have to hand the controller over and start waiting for my turn all over again.
In my crazy dream last night I was the frog. This time in the craze of my new first person destiny, I went for it. Quickly I was run over by a truck. I couldn't look but it felt like a couple of them may have dragged over me. So there again I sat on the sidelines waiting for my second turn.
Long gone are the days of my DREAM book. So instead I decided to "diagnose thy self". I think my dream is hitting on my odd fear of completing something, ANYTHING really... For those of you that know me best know I have an issue with finishing things.
Boxes of almost done cereal lurks in my pantry, shampoo and conditioner bottles with just a few more drops in them linger on the shower floor, my fireplace door is half painted... You get the idea.
So, I suppose it just makes sense that I am struggling with how to end my novel. FINALLY I'm digging my way out of my own craziness. This book is happening whether I like it or not. Past the giant bugs, whirring sports cars and giant trucks I'm dropping this frog off at the end.
I hear you! That is one reason I'm shouting it to the world... that way I have not only myself to hold accountable. We will get there! Keep writing and let the story take you where it needs to go until it's over. Then read it, re-write it. Do that over and over and over again until it's done.
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