I say that, somewhat tongue in cheek.
I have 2 chapters to go to finish my WIP. I've been working on it since February, and I set a self-imposed deadline to write The End by June 20.
SO close. And yes, I'll probably hit my deadline. Everything else has slid while I finish this. Conference plans, plane tickets, medical appointments: on hold. I. Must. Finish. This. Book.
This was a tough one to write (don't I say that with every book?) It's a Punt Book -- this will punt my characters into the next round of conflict for the remaining volume of this 3 volume series. I had to come up with character (for 6 major characters) arcs, political arcs, and town arcs. Oh, and for the country and (soon to come) the world.
You see, that's the problem with world-building. It's easy to tear it apart. Now I'm trying to put it back together.
This is a note I have on my computer: "It's not what you want the story to be. It's what the story is." I've had to pull my fingers away from writing the story I want to happen to focus on what the story really is. The story really is about angst and loss and worry and fear. Yes, they'll have good times. But that's in the future. This is now.
And it's been hard to write it. I've killed off characters I really loved, I've set tasks for my h/h that are soul-trying, and I've pushed everyone to their limits.
Nine more days and I *will* write "The End".
She said hopefully ...