I feel like I'm about to give myself a stomach ulcer.
I'm so nervous and excited and happy all at the same time. I am only TWO chapters away from finishing my novel. I could sing. If this is how I feel about twenty pages away, then I'm scared of what I'll be feeling when I have only one little page to go.
I finished my fifteenth chapter about an hour ago. Went through it, edited it, and then handed it over to my sisters. Nicole screamed at the end and Brenna threatened to flip over the lap top. As the latter would have been a bit of an unfortunate occurrence, I assured her that I would start chapter sixteen tomorrow.
I sat through our delicious dinner (HAPPY SAINT PATRICKS DAY BY THE WAY) and I was barely able to concentrate. I had written out the beginning of this chapter months before, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. So, after hurrying through the kitchen clean up, I rushed back upstairs, and flung myself down to the inviting lap top. I figured I had to calm myself down first so I could type coherent sentences. You are privileged to the result of my "calming down".
It isn't working. My stomach still feels like its doing flips.
Ah, well. I had just better get down to it and hope for a good result.
Until next time!