I’m having a rather slow morning today. My mom and dad took all of us out for an afternoon yesterday, and they ran us into the ground. Ti-i-i-i-ired! We are all tired. :-) But it’s a good tired.
Today and tomorrow are going to be rather light on the work load, so I might get some last planting in before I call it quits for the year and just sit back and let it grow. Just one final chapter to write for this rough draft, and I have no idea how I’m going to do this since all the things I was going to settle in this last chapter have unexpectedly been taken care of in previous chapters. Must dig deeper and use the opportunity to lead into the last Hollows book.
I’m feeling the chill of autumn, of winding down, the damp cold of an early fall morning–so to speak–as I set my thoughts on my work today, not in the actual weather, mind you, but in the story flow. In this last chapter, I’m seeing shades of the final book–and smiling.
The trick is to write it so you feel it, too.