So just what am I doing up at 6:45 am? Good question. Got up to get a drink, dh was up and I just stayed up talking. He worked four twelve hour shifts this week and we barely got to see each other except to pass to do lists and instructions. I need money for this, you need to drop this off, you have to pick up boy at this time and take him there... that sort of thing. So when he went to bed I thought I would hop up and get some work done.
I did kick some serious literary butt so far this weekend... finished chapter nine and am halfway through chapter ten. Am concerned though... so much has to come together. I finished up some very key scenes and I htink they are pretty good... we will see. Now I just have to keep the momentum going. Keep the pace up to a, hopefully, smashing finish. I am almost scared. I only alloted 45,000 to 50,000 words for the book and I am hoping that I make it in that frame. I also hope it's good.
Anyone else ever feel that way as they come to the end of the book?
Sort of weird and nervous.
Right now I am working on an article on food allergies.
I am also coming down with that bloody cold. Sniff. Just what I needed.
But if I get three articles done today, I only need to do one article next week and I will have invoiced enough to make it next month and be able to concentrate on my novel next week. Of course, if am sick, I may not be all that creative.
I better go finish that first article.