Remember when you were a kid and your parents told you to eat all your vegetables or you'd get no dessert? If you didn't own a dog, you had to force yourself to clear your plate and it was culinary torture to swallow cold peas and mushy carrots. That's what it feels like to finish the last few pages of my manuscript. I know my treat is near, but I have to eat the vegetables first. I was hoping to finish today, but my "veggies" turned out to be too much to handle in one sitting. Tomorrow, I'll finish the revisions, but I have to chew on a couple of thoughts before I commit them to paper. From now on, when students ask me what the greatest thing about writing is my answer will be "finishing!"
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