The End
I posted a few weeks ago about those three little words. What I didn’t mention was those two little words…the end.
Paladin was done basically, but I knew I had to go back and change some scenes and do a lot more fiddling. Plus, I simply had to get the word count down. It still isn’t where it needs to be, but it’s a heck of a lot closer.
In going back over it, I realize there are some places that need a lot of fine-tuning yet. There are other places I am satisfied. There are even a few places I smile to myself or sniffle even though I know what the scene is bringing.
One of m walk-on characters dies tragically and I know his story will carry on in part in subsequent books, if there are any. What amazes me is how this simple little character became so real. It’s nothing I can take credit for, he walked on fully grown and I just had to take down his story. That is what I love best about writing, when characters take over.
I have to do a lot of finagling and molding to make all the pieces fit, but sometimes the magic happens and it just is.
So, I am tired. I pushed pretty hard this weekend to get the last bits done. I’m contented. I know there’s a lot more work to do, but I’m happy with the story. I’m hopeful.
Kind of like I was in this picture so many years ago when I stopped painting to cuddle my babies.
And we are so blessed that you are going to share this baby with us. What a precious moment. Savor it. You’ve earned it.
Yes, I need to get the chapters uploaded at the place. If simply for preservation if nothing else.
Good for you! No jokes this time, just heartfelt congratulations. I know you’ve gotta be exhausted and happy!
(At least until the little devil hits its terrible two’s.)
(Whoops, that was a joke, wasn’t it?)
(Oh, btw, The Missus and I weekended in a Residence Inn. The hotel shampoo sounded strangely familiar to me. “Hmm,” I thought, “why would I know of a mandarin mint grooming product…?”)
John, ok, made me laugh. Did you absolutely love the mandarin mint or is it a woman thing?
To tell you the absolute truth, I feared even to open it.
Good thing, too, because after her first shower I saw the open jar(-let) on the shelf in the tub.
Thought of asking her about it but forgot it within a couple moments, preoccupied as I was (as you know) with hroom-hroom-hrooming.
Well, I assumed it was you hrooooming. Have you figured out what it is yet?