The Long Road, Oatmeal Brain
Now don’t get excited, because it’s nowhere near the end. But the mountain has been climbed, the Great River has been forded, we are past the point of no return and on the downhill slope.
In other words, the rough draft, senor, she is feeneeshed. 92K+ of Valentine deliciousness, the wrap-up to the five-book series, and the rough draft is done.
Last lines:
…all Hell will break loose.
That’s a promise I’ll have no trouble keeping.
There’s one more scene to Frankenstein in and it needs some serious clarity and continuity editin’, but it’s done. The baby is born and the corpus is out. It’s time to slap it, swaddle it, feed it until it gets big enough to walk on its own, and send the damn thing to the editor.
On a slightly-weird note, we’re watching the 1991 Dark Shadows revival and one of the characters was just playing with a Thoth tarot deck. The only thing weirder than seeing it was immediately placing it from the design on the back of the cards.
And the triple-plus weird is this: the kids LOVE Dark Shadows. They can’t get enough of the black and white series. It’s just their speed, between the overacting and the spooky music.
I am feeling rather like a vegetable at the moment. Staring at a show done in 80’s hangover fashion and hairstyle sounds like a fab idea. Along with poking at the latest Economist and maybe prodding at that Orhan Pamuk I just bought. Tomorrow I’ll get back to work.
Tonight I’m going to be a veggie, and if I wasn’t so bloody tired I would take a serious crack at that bottle of wine my agent sent for celebration. It isn’t every day one finishes a five-book series and breaks down crying at the thought of saying goodbye to those characters one’s been breathing with all this time.
I feel drained but clean. This long road is over. I did it. I’m not sure if it’s any good, mind you, but it’s done. I did it.
Tis a far, far finer thing to have done, no matter how well or ill one has done it, than never to have attempted doing at all.
Someone said that, I think. I dunno. My brain hath been turned to oatmeal.
In a good way.
