When I met my husband he lived on a farm. But the great part besides that it was in the country and I lived in town--was he owned a horse. On one of my visits, I asked of we could ride Flash. He warned me the horse was more of a pet than something you rode around the fields.
But I grew up owning a Jane West doll. My dream had been to own a horse and gallop through the fields like the cowgirl I should have been. But that didn't happen to a someone who lived on a street filled with houses.
So he gave in.
We rode double and headed out the pasture to the hill beyond. The ride wasn't as smooth as I thought it would be but oh so romantic--holding on to my boyfriend's waist with the breeze blowing though my hair.
And then we turned back home. Flash took off toward the barn like a speeding bullet. I clung for my life as he raced back through the fields.
The phrase "Like a horse to a barn" describes where I'm at with my WIP. I see the ending like Flash saw that barn. And I want to race through to get home.
Not a great idea. I could get thrown like I almost did on him. I could also miss some important scenery along the way if I rush too much.
So I am desperately trying to pace myself.
What do you do when you're in the final stretch and you can see that open barn door?