There’s strength in finishing.
The end is accomplishment. There lies satisfaction. There lies peace.
I’ve been stuck not finishing Hero Ground Zero for months. It’s been looming over me every time I read about the craft of writing. Every time I go to Facebook and see my author page staring at me. Waiting. Taunting.
“Stuck not finishing” is not quite accurate. I know what I need to do, but haven’t quite worked it out. I’m like the proverbial monkey with his hand clenching the nut in my greedy fist, but won’t let go knowing freedom is fully available to me. If I just let go.
Let go of what?
I suspect it’s the fear of finishing. Finishing means that the work, at least the hardest part, is done. All that is left is the tweaks to make it solid for you, Faithful Reader.
“But you can’t polish a turd,” the voice in my head taunts.
It’s the work and the story I have to tell. I just need to tell it and let you be the judge.
Whatever work it is that finds your hands, do it well. How? You finish it.
When the doubts come for you (and they will)–finish. Don’t listen to the voices. Listen to the work. It calls for you. It’s not some distance away. It’s within you. Waiting.
Dig deep and connect with it. Let it well up inside you until it overflows your soul, drips from your fingertips, and manifests itself in your art.
There’s power in the finish. It will energize you and fuel your future work.
I see that for myself. I know that it will come.