Yeah, that's me. That's how I feel right about now.
I've had the final chapter of Vampire Eternal open on my computer for four days now. I think I've added about one hundred words or so. Maybe two hundred. I've moved some paragraphs up, moved some down. I've transposed and transposed, and used countless antonyms in search of the just the right way to say green. I've written the middle part, roughed the first part - changed it three times - and written the final sentence.
But have I blended it all together and baked a country-fair-award-winning cinnamon apple pie? Nope.
Maybe I'm scared. I must be scared. Its taken me so long to finish this story that, perhaps, I don't really believe it will ever be finished. Like the Energizer Bunny - its just keeps on going and going... And then what happens when (that's my power of positive thinking at work!) it is finished? What if the end sucks? Like those movies that don't tell you its part one of three and just ends. Abruptly. And you're like "What the... Is that it?"
Ever fall off a curb when you weren't watching where you were walking? Yeah, its like that.
But the best way to conquer fear is to just plow right on through. Its just bad breath, after all. Nothing a little mouthwash won't fix. Or maybe a bottle of Semillon. Which reminds me, I should pop that bottle in the fridge...