When you just can't write anymore...

It's 6:30pm, I've written somewhere around 6 hours, today. The cleaning staff has vacuumed the halls, emptied the trash and every part of me wants to pack it in and say, "I'll just do it tomorrow."

But "Future Me" keeps saying..."No, please stay seated. Things will run far more smoothly if you finish this tonight."

I text a friend, tell her my commitment. Beg her not to let me leave until I make these changes to chapter 6.

Present-Me is fighting Future-Me...

Every day has its own challenge...today it is the final changes to Chapter 6.

Just do it...maybe bring Van Morrison with me.

Good luck when you are at a similar cross-roads. When debating whether to press on or pack it in, remember to let the Future You have as much of a say as the Present You.