You have 100 words left. What do you say?
Braindump to Raise Confidence
I'm so close to the End.
I can feel it, right there.
It's looming straight ahead, if I can just reach.
Writing a novel is work man.
The kind that makes calloused hands.
A few tens-of-thousands of words back, I thought:
I'll never make it.
But here I am now, mere pages away.
What comes after?
Readers, I hope, at least some.
Things seem to have shaped up nicely so why...
Can't I decide what is still left unsaid?
Isn't it strange how follow-through...
Feels almost like getting letting down?
Even so, I'm here, so near it hurts.