A great reluctance
The strangest thing is happening to me.
I’m close – oh so very close – to finishing the rough draft of my archaeological time travel novel, ABSENT. I’d estimate I’ve got less than 10K left to write and I have the whole thing mapped out. I know all the twists and turns of the climax, all the awful and wonderful things I’m planning to put the characters through, and the denouement is pretty much a done deal. The ending could practically write itself.
Thing is, it may have to. I am feeling a great and terrible reluctance to finish.
Can’t explain it, but every time I open the document to start working…I just don’t. Work, that is. I stare at the page. I sigh. I open the internet. I invent chores and errands that simply cannot wait one more second (I mean, if we don’t get a “no leaflets” sign from the hardware store RIGHT NOW, the world will surely end). Worse, I decide I should *actually* be editing what I’ve already written, obsessively, repeatedly. Anything, really, other than finish the stupid thing.
For whatever reason, I just can’t seem to seal the deal. I didn’t have this problem with BLOOD RED SUN, or really with any of the shorts I’ve written, so an inability to finish is a new problem for me.
What’s with this? Has it happened to anyone else? Any advice?