So, it’s due tomorrow.

There’s a few paragraphs left to do. I eyed the word count and clock, watching as my word count slowly grew and time counting down – too quickly.

It wasn’t like I didn’t have enough time to do it earlier. I was uninspired and yes, perhaps lazy. There’s nothing like a threat for a motivating muse. In this case it’s the threat of failing the course. It’s unoriginal, but highly effective.

I push for more words as I felt my fingers try to pound the keyboard furiously.

Another hour left.

It’s mostly done now. I try to make sure it’s comprehensible.

Done. It’s due and it’s in. On time.

I could feel myself gasping with relief. It’s as if I’d just ran across a finish line. For now, I don’t care about the results. For now, it’s the thrill of finishing that I’ll savour.

Written for the non-fiction portion of the CBC Literary Triathlon Challenge (that I did not win or come remotely close to winning).

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