For the last year, I’ve been working on a YA novel about a girl who fears the apocalypse. And it was so close to being done as December 22nd approached. So close! I kept thinking, wouldn’t it be unbearably awful to leave a manuscript almost finished when the world ended? What a waste.

So, I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and I was almost done by the 22nd… but not quite. Had the world ended at 5 a.m., as predicted, then my extinct readers would have been left with a non-existant ending.

Fortunately, the world didn’t end.

I finished the novel that afternoon, which I still thought was rather suitable considering the topic. Now it’s off to the writing group for some rather needed red pen.