Boringness of Little Details

For 2 weeks I've been staring at the details... those little things that have to be put together for a project to be complete, for the book to be published.
Things like the back of the book, the dedication, the ad for the interior, typing the list for the publication checklist. Lots of things that would only take a couple of hours tops...
And my heart glazes over every single time I look at the list...
ugh...

Then I remember, that perhaps I have to muck space around the little things. They will all get done, probably at the 11th hour, probably because I have no alternative to NOT doing it in that very second.
Because for my friends who are not finishers, it's the boringness of the little details that stand in the way of completion, NOT the actual finishing.

So I can choose to beat myself up and force myself to do those little things, or I can choose to do them at the last minute, like I will probably end up doing anyhow, but without the guilt or pressure.
The book is still on its way, and the designer is still creating her magic. It's gorgeous and everyday I've been getting feedback from my early readers making this a truly exciting project to release...
...as soon as the flipping details get done