Getting close to the end of the book is exhausting. You’ve put your characters and yourself through hell and you are just as tired as they are.
At the end of the book, I find myself looking for little shortcuts. Everything seems to be too hard; the normal chores are too much. I can’t quit the book, so I find little ways to cheat here and there. I’m used to it, but yesterday was a new low for me.
I was about to go to bed and this thought occurred to me. “Going to the closet to get my nightshirt out of the dresser is too hard. I’m just going to fall asleep in this shirt.”
My discipline game is pretty strong, so I heroically made the arduous journey to the closet and put the nightshirt on. But now when you see writers in the middle of working looking like they had just rolled out of a sleeping bag after a week of camping, you will know why. 😀