Landing the Craft

Once I was on a plane, smooshing my forehead against the window, watching farmlands pass in a slow-motion scroll beneath me. I was willing the plane to go faster, eager to get home, when another passenger jet shot through the airspace elow, rocketing in the opposite direction at an unbelievable speed. It took me a second to realize the obvious: We were going just as fast as teh other jet. But when you’re riding the bullet, it’s easy to lose track of speed. This is a lot like your novel. Take a second and scroll back through all you’ve written in the last 28 days. You did all that. It came out of nowhere, at a speed that would make professional writers queasy. You’ll likely hear a clunk at the end of today’s noveling session. It’s the sound of the landing gear coming down. You’re almost home, writer.