Serious torture, yes - but this strategy really worked. Last night, after weeks of revising, I reached the last chapter. So I should feel like this, yes?:
Instead, I'm feeling more like this:
I'm technically not being punished for eternity since I chose to write this book and all... but I was hoping to get a glimmer of what doneness feels like. There's still SO much to do! Sisyphus be damned.
Instead of feeding myself chocolate all night at my pity party, I'm going to set some new goals. They are yummy ones, and look like this:
And to bolster my humor, I watched my favorite scene from What About Bob. Because how in the world is that bitty baby turtle going to eat that mean, giant strawberry? Baby steps, people! Baby steps :)