Friday

Crazy day. I had the day off and it was supposed to be a calm, productive day off, but it turned out to be a little nuts. I did get some work done and some research done, which is great. But got some sad news that knocked me on my butt today and so I'm a little off.

But it was a gorgeous day, and I did get to sit at my kitchen table and gaze out the window at the sunshine while I was working on Frost. Got some things done around the house that I won't have to worry about the rest of the weekend, which is nice.

I'm reaching the stage of the book where I'm realizing that pretty soon I'll actually have to let it go and call 'er done. Not until I write a few more scenes and do another polishing pass, but soon. It's a good feeling, and a sad feeling too, because I've spent a good chunk of time focused on this story and the characters. Letting the story go is both a relief and almost an empty nest type feeling.

I'll need to take a bit of time away from the writing to clear my mind, then get back to The Collectors, assuming those characters will still even talk to me, since I so abruptly abandoned them for the shiny new Leah Ryan story. Maybe they will find it in their hearts to forgive me. Maybe absence will make their hearts fonder. We shall see. If not, I'll have to begin something new.

My eyes are closing and I'm shot, so I'm crawling into bed. Tomorrow is a new day.