That's what my story feels like right now. Like it's never gonna come to an end. When I started it back in September, I wrote with lightening speed. Every day. Then I hit a little snag and went a few days in between writing. Then I hit a major brick wall and went for a solid week without writing a word. I worked out the kinks there and everything started going smoothly again. I thought, I bet I can finish this bad boy by the end of October!
Flash forward to the end of October. Yup, still not finished. I had a lot going on in real life. You know, family stuff, house to keep semi-clean, chasing around a toddler who recently discovered the joys of climbing. So I said, Okay, time to buckle down. Must finish first draft by the end of November.
Flash forward to the end of November. Still. Not. Finished. *Smacks self on forehead* Maybe, just maybe, I can get this done by the end of December.
Well, the good news is that I crossed over 30,000 words last night. And I realized that I'm officially in the "middle" of my story. Things are getting really tense for my characters. I'm getting impatient to see how they react to what I have planned next. But I don't want to rush things. While I do want to type "The End" very soon, I don't want to fly through and have a crappy second half to deal with later. I'm so torn over this. Some people say to just get it all out and fix the crappy parts during revisions, but others say take your time so you won't have to fix as much.
So, what do you think? How did you feel when you hit the middle part of your book?