Finish Line

I’m there, almost at the end.

I see the finish line at the end of the road. It’s shining and bright, waiting for me to cross it, but I stand still and watch it.

I really can’t believe that I’m actually this close to finish my book. It was a hard one, not because the voices didn’t talk to me this time, but because time was limited and I was writing on and off, when I was really craving for more.

There is this feeling again. That mixture of happiness and sadness blended like black and white paint. So, I’m kind of feeling grey.

I think back the day I started writing Damaged, which is book number two in the Wandering Souls series. So I knew the characters and I knew where I wanted the story to go. But I was missing a very important part. How would I go there? How would I make it happen?

The magical think is that writing happens so naturally, like breathing. So I had to let the air in my lungs. But I was nearly suffocated. If you asked me about Damaged when I was still on page one, even on page 50, I would tell you that there is no way I can’t finish it. I had no freaking idea what to write.  

And those months were hard.

Actually it was like climbing a mountain without gear. And I did misstep a lot. I was moving slowly, not knowing where it would lead me, but then again, wasn’t this the way it worked for me? It took me a while to realize it but when I did, everything fell into place. I guess it’s true sometimes that when things fall apart they are actually falling into place.

Writing Damaged, proved to be more challenging than writing Divided, but who doesn’t love a good challenge? After all as Cavafy (Greek poet) says, the journey worth more than the destination.

So, here I stand a few yards away from my destination but I choose to take a step back. I won’t rush to cross the line. I will take my time and enjoy it, because despite the tons of editing that will follow the next few months, I get to see my story ending only once. 

And I will make it count.