I'm about to start writing for a bit today. But at this point? I'm writing with the end in mind. THE END. THE END OF MY FOUR BOOK SERIES. This is insane. I remember what it felt like when I finished my first draft of Book One. I knew for the first time that I could write a whole book, I could do it. And then I did Book Two for NaNoWriMo, and I was in awe. And then Book Three came along, and I got hung up and stuck, and I went back to Book One to try and work stuff out, because I got thrown off of my timeline and messed up my priorities. And then it just felt like it was never going to happen - I'd never get published, I should just throw in the towel, move onto something else that might actually work. But I pushed through it, slowly. And now? Now, I'm nearing the end of the series! Rough drafts, yes. But I've nearly got the whole plot arc down on paper! Probably within the next week or two, I will be typing "THE END" and then going back to deal with Book One, filling in blank chapters, reworking characterizations in preparation for the rest of the series, dashing in bits of foreshadowing here and there.
And then: EDITING.
And before I know it, the thing will be published.
You guys. I can. I CAN EVEN. #changethecatchphrase