Today my friend Erica asked me, “Did you finish the novel yet?!” She was excited, like she was expecting me to say yes and then we could both cheer! I love her faith in me, but the answer is… not yet. I had a good writing session last night. It was Daniel’s turn to do bedtime and instead of making dinner for the two of us or folding the laundry or cleaning the kitchen, I ignored the sight of all the undone things and worked on a pivotal scene in the final third of the manuscript. I didn’t think too hard, just drafted at a quick pace. I need a handful more solid sessions like that — not long, 30 to 60 minutes, but focused — and this draft will be done.