You would think when the finish line is in sight, you’d pick up speed, put all the pent-up energy into the drive to get there, raise your arms in triumph and barrel full-speed ahead. There would be a cheer from a crowd of onlookers, confetti maybe, and a trophy,...
…why am I here blogging? Seriously. I am up to the final scenes before those two amazing words: THE END I can’t wait to type them in context. And yet… I’m also afraid to. I’m in love with the story I’m writing. I’m always in...
