I got a phone call on my cell yesterday. My brother James has come back from his six months in Iraq. It was totally worth the minutes used to hear the news. I haven’t been worried about him–I don’t really worry about much. But I was just a bit unnerved at times knowing he was close to battle zones. It’s a scary situation to be in, I’m sure. It’s somewhat so for those who are waiting back home. I feel as if a weight has been lifted from me. Now that he’s back, bad things can happen to me and somehow it will all be okay.
Today (Friday) is the big day. I came close to finishing Book 1 yesterday, but I decided to hold off and writing the finishing touches tomorrow. It seems more fitting to end on a Friday, as if there’s a bit more magical juju in the end of the week flourish. I somehow hit my stride Wednesday evening, and I ended up writing around 7,000 words in under three and a half hours. That’s probably a record for me.
I’ll let you know how I feel when it’s all done. Naturally, even once I’m finished writing, the work isn’t done. I have to format it and make sure I haven’t made any major errors in logic, especially in timelines, since I do a bit of switching back and forth between stories, I want to make sure I haven’t misplaced someone in the wrong time, or given someone a vital piece of information before they’re supposed to have it. Mostly it will be minor editing. Then there’s formatting for printing, which I’ll explain more about in another post.
For now, I feel like hitting the hay now and waking up early to complete this sucker. I’m feeling good. How about you?