These last couple of days have left me feeling disconnected. Coffee has started to lose its potency, my words blend together and make no sense and my hand is numb from the ice. Tomorrow night at 11:59 pm, this stage will be over. I’m half way to my goal, halfway through the deadline. I know it’s going to be a long trip but the journey’s end will be well worth it.
I was looking forward to Monday night, when I can put the pen down and rest for a few days before diving back into the work. However, I now have another deadline for mid May, so a break is no longer in the question. And that’s okay. I love what I do, I wouldn’t change it for all the vacations in the world.
Since I’ve started this writing marathon, I’ve been told I’m crazy, unrealistic, that it’s impossible and stupid of me to even attempt it. And maybe that’s all true. Maybe I am crazy for attempting to meet this impossible deadline. If that’s the case, so be it. I’m crazy. That won’t stop me for plugging on.