This is the end, my friends

This is for my writer friends. Is it just me or does everyone have the problem of getting close to the end of a story/book and finding it more and more difficult to get work done?

I know this sounds idiotic, but I find myself staring at the screen (after much work avoidance) dreading the end of whatever I’m working on.  I mean it’s almost Lovecraftian the horror I feel as I slog to the conclusion of a story.

First world problem, I know, but about two thirds of the way through any length project and I start having great ideas for The Next Thing I Want To Write.  Or I suddenly need to research the flight speed of swallows.  Or the cat box needs to be cleaned.  Right.  Now.

When I complained about this to Brad Denton he called it “shaving the cat.”  As in, “Hey, I think the cat needs to be shaved.”  Because that’s a thing.  Let’s face it writers are Jedi Masters at work avoiding.

In fact, this blog post is just another work avoidance tact.  And there’s laundry that needs to be done. (Seriously, I’ve been sick for almost two months and the laundry situation is pretty dire. I think Warren is using old gym shorts for underwear.)

See what I mean?  I’m getting to the end of this and . . .