No wake zone

Have you ever been in a motor boat coming into a harbor?

The engine is at full throttle and you are cutting through the chop–no, pounding through it–but as you come in past that first buoy, you cut back on the engine because you have reached the wake free zone. The boat slows, bow tips back down toward the water, and your wake catches up to you, washing under the stern as you slosh to a slow crawl.

That’s kind of where I am right now. I’ve been cranking out words at full throttle. Over 2000 words each of the last 12 days, save Thanksgiving. I’m well past 50,000 words, have submitted my novel for validation, and been declared a winner. But there is still one day to go. I’m not at the dock yet. I have not completed the plot. I do have the last scene already sketched. It’s kind of sweet and perfect for everything that has happened thus far. Now I just have to drift the novel slowly forward to those final words.

The No Wake zone has arrived.

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