Finishing Line Bliss

Nitin Sawhney was playing on the sound system. Tablas, flutes, an emcee rapping. The driving rhythm of Indian hip hop perfectly matching my flying fingers: I was at speed, rounding the corner from the dark dread of the 48,577th word - where the story felt like a great abyss of death - to suddenly feel the pace picking up.

The colours of 24 days of weaving, suddenly shifting into focus and becoming a picture. Of life. Of love. Of ambition and that ultimate destination: happiness. The sun moved in the sky of mind and words began to flow like rain, until the music and the thoughts were one. Somehow that miracle of the writer's mind that inexplicably comes into being like a spell - a rainbow - formed the final scene.

It was as dramatic and magnificent as I hoped it would be. I came flying at that 50,000th word and hurtled straight past it on pure momentum to 50,017. The endorphine rush of the marathon runner crashing through the finishing line. The end came to me and the story found it's rest and now all that's left is to print and pour over it, and hopefully shape this creation into a novel.

Any writers out there who are reading this humble blog, take note. It's worth the pain. It feels so bloody good to get to the end!