I Almost Quit Writing My Book. A Week Later, I Finished It.

A tough situation and a good end.

Meg Dowell Writes

I will never forget the night I almost gave up on my novel.

I was very close to finishing this thing, and I knew it. But in all honesty … I was worn out. Exhausted. I was so sick of looking at it that I convinced myself I would not feel bad if I closed out the document it lived inside and never bothered to open it again.

I’m not sure exactly what prompted me to put my head down and finish the thing. Part of me — the very stubborn part — knew I couldn’t just give up. I had put all this work into this project and had spent countless hours and questionable nights of sleep working toward this goal, sprinting toward this finish line.

As much as I so desperately longed to give it up, to “throw in the towel” and move on, as they say (do…

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