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.
