Not meant to be a teaser, but . . . I finally got to the end of it yesterday, and was surprised at how I ended it. (Yes, I do tend to forget between rough draft and first-submission copy, especially if there’s twelve months in between.) It looks like when I wrote it, I left it open so I could go one of three ways, and now I have to go back a chapter or two and trim out the possibilities to make it clear and unconfusing. I went to sleep with this on my mind, giving my subconscious all night to mull it over. Today should be interesting as I go back and spend eighty percent of my freaking day on six pages, tightening, tweaking, finding closure, and yet leaving enough open spaces to be excited about the next book.
OMGosh–I’m going to start book ten next month. It’s like standing at the top of the line at the first car in the roller coaster when the people ahead of you are all buckled in, and you see the excitement on their faces, knowing you’re next. And then they leave and your car pulls in, and you see the exhilarated exhaustion on the people you’ve never seen before. And then it’s your turn, and you’re getting in the car and pulling the safety strap down, knowing you’re in for it?
Crap, I’ve got to do it again? (grin) Good thing I like the scary rides.