Catherine Fox, ArtsAtl
I see it.
So close, I see it. After all these months, the end of EFFIN’ ALBERT is in my sights. I actually–for a moment, on September 26th–believed myself done. I wrote the climax, wrote the denouement. Poured myself a victory shot of Cherry effin’ Brandy.
Then I opened the Word file and stumbled, skinned both knees.
I think I chipped a tooth.
Since that fateful day I’ve opened that file countless times, read and reread and revised and scrapped and rewrote those two final chapters. I’ve boldly declared myself DONE again, then sheepishly declared myself UNDONE, and that’s where EFFIN’ ALBERT stands right now: undone. Unfinished. Close, so close. . .
Close but no cigar.
See that photo? That’s me, hairy legs and all, freeze-framed on the cusp, poised to cross that finish line. All I need is for someone to hit the “start” button again, some magic elixir to get my creative juices flowing again, those legs of mine pumping again, those writing chops crunching again. Some Being From On High to float down and give me that final, fateful PUSH—
I can almost taste it.