It’s been close to two weeks or ten writing days and I’m just a smidgen (a midget smudge) closer to writing the final chapter of my second manuscript-in first draft. I don’t know if I’m procrastinating or not, but I’m trying to decipher why I’m creeping to the finish line. Does everyone have that problem?
I reviewed my first and current (Chapter 39) chapter several times, my thought was maybe something would jump out at me and ‘take me home,’ to the finish line. Didn’t happen, I did revisions instead. I queried “how to write final chapters” and hundreds of articles sprang forth en masse. Too many to read so I promised myself to read five. And then I thought back to a few tips I learned in writing groups: using a character chart, sketching, and writing alternate ending scenes: Protagonist will xxxx (fill in the blank). Completing those exercises took hours. So now I’m tired, not any closer to a final chapter and I feel my wrists scream “enough already.”
Perhaps the new moon is the culprit. One of my hermanas in writing attended a new moon ceremony tonight; she invited us to attend but I didn’t make the time. I read that it is advantageous to set intentions for things you’d like to create, cultivate or manifest during the new moon. I should have jumped on the offer. But not all is lost, I can light some candles and sit outside on my patio, under the muse of the new moon. I know that there is power in intention.
If I wake up tomorrow and the final chapter still hides, I just might burn white sage around my computer monitor, because I’m going to get to the finish line.