Writing a book is like navigating through a twisty maze.
Or climbing an endless stairway.
But at some point, the journey ends.
The writer finishes the book.
I finished the copy edits on Acquainted With the Night, and in about six months, I will hold the finished book in my hands.
I finished the copy edits on Acquainted With the Night, and in about six months, I will hold the finished book in my hands.
I celebrated with a salad--and I was sorry to see the meal end.
I was sorry to be finished with the book, too. Part of my thoughts were still in the maze--maybe I should have turned another way?
Maybe. Maybe not.
But I'm not alone, because my editor will know if this journey still needs tweaking.
Meanwhile, I will gather all the empty teacups around my desk ...
And rest.
Lawd, I'm tired, and the (lightning struck) house is a wreck.
(The television has been repaired, btw.)
I must rest because another journey is about to begin.
Teeny Templeton needs my help in her next adventure, A Teeny Bit of Trouble.
One journey's end ...
.
.. is another journey's beginning.
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