This is it. You’ve spent the last 291 weeks of your life writing this book and now it’s finally finished.
Except. . .
For. . .
Here’s how to know you’re trapped in the realm of Endless Edits:
-You need ALL THE COOKIES.
-You find yourself writing random fan fiction pieces about your own characters.
-You wake up in the middle of the night, sweating, because of a grammatically-incorrect nightmare.
-You’ve been locked away so long, your family no longer remembers your name.
-Coffee no longer inspires you to write. You drink it to survive another hour.
-You realize you are the Smaug of words and decide to heap them in a pile around you and sleep for two centuries.
-Every time you finish a page, you escape to dance in the sun.
-You wonder if there’s a recycling program for unneeded words.
-Sometimes you remember to eat. But only on the good days.
-It isn’t until you’re on the last page that you remember why you started writing in the first place: you have to write or die. So far, you’ve succeeded only at the dying part.
-Your writing friends send you sympathy cards and keep you in their thoughts from afar.
-The carefully coded scribbles that cover the pages become a random display of alphabet soup.
-Sometimes you look up from your laptop and smile when you remember what sanity felt like.
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