Late night bravery

It’s so late, but I’m on my last couple of scenes for this first draft and can’t stop. It’s strange. I’ve spent months working up to this point, and now that it’s here, I feel so anxious.

I guess it’s because once the first draft is done, the editing process begins. It means I can no longer dismiss the things that are wrong with my plot and prose. I have to confront them, fix them, instead of saying, “Oh, I’ll deal with it later.”

While I don’t advocate drinking on the job, I’ve had a dram of single malt liquid courage tonight. It’s helping. Another thousand words to go. Hopefully the final thousand. Wish me luck!