I've reached the final, hardest part o the uphill struggle and I'm hovering on the very edge waiting until the moment I can start sliding down that hill across the finish line.
I'm excited. I'm scared. I'm, well, I don't know what I am. But I'm ready and willing and wish I had all the time in the world to finish off my story.
Sometimes I get caught up in how many reviews I receive, but when I'm on a roll and I feel the writing flowing through my veins, reviews matter very little. Have you ever played in a sports game? Or done something dangerous? The feel of the adrenaline rushing through your veins, forcing you to want to keep going, to want to keep going whatever it is building up that adrenaline.
This feels like that. I have adrenaline not from the physical act of kicking a ball around a field or jumping off a high cliff, but from feeling the story there inside of me beginning me to write it.
It's amazing.
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