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.