The end is closer than you think

I've busted my hamburger buns to get to nearly 20K words in two weeks, because I'm about to go out of town for a few days for some (hopefully) incredible concerts, and didn't want to get behind on my NaNo goal. But, as so often happens, when I know I'm not going to have much time to write for a few days, I'm now walking on air and can't wait to get back to my story.

I am so excited because my girls in the attic (my muses, which Stephen King termed the "girls in the basement," only mine live in an attic--they are afraid of the basement. Ha.) ... anyway, the girls were SO, SO good to me last night. I don’t have time to write another word yet, but I can’t wait to get back to it now, which is just what I need right as I’m going out of town, right? I hope the momentum is still there when I get back.

So, I had the strange experience I’ve heard about from other writers. The one where I thought I had “the end” all figured out, and because of what struck me during the night, it is suddenly going to take a much different, MUCH BETTER AND STRONGER turn, and it’s so weird, yet so appropriate. I'm truly on the downhill slope here, and I can see it now, and it looks a heckuva lot different than I thought it was going to.

I love that I've spent all this time (nearly a year) getting to know these people, and thought I had them all figured out, and now they are surprising me. Just like my family and friends in real life do, and just like all those writers said they might.

Can't wait.