I've been putting in eleven-hour days.
Last night, we drove to Village Inn, and I just wrote for four hours straight.
I have fourteen pages left today. And then I'll be done with this draft.
I filled out a plot outline this morning. I think I'm so close. I feel like I'm so much closer than I was.
I love this ending. I love these characters. I love writing. And I know that in a few days, I will be back to feeling like crap about this whole process, because that's just how writing works.
But no matter what happens from this point on, I finished my second draft.