Well . . . Legends of Windemere: Curse of the Dark Wind is done. At least the first draft. I focus on outlining, reading, resting, and everything else until . . . I don’t know. I’m unsure if I should start in on Legends of Windemere: Sleeper of the Wildwood Fugue the last week in January or wait for February. I’m at that strange point where I don’t want to leave Windemere, fear I wrote a bad story, wonder if I wrote a great story, thinking about other projects, and feeling simply lost.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve laughed and cried within the last 5 minutes. It isn’t even like this is new to me. This is the 8th book I’ve ever completed if you count the two from high school. 10 if you go for Bestiary of Blatherhorn Vale and Catalysts. It’s hitting me rather hard this time. Prodigy of Rainbow Tower and Family of the Tri-Rune levels of oomph. Maybe the high emotion of one of the final scenes or knowing the tragedy brewing in the next book has me on edge.
Anyway, it is done and . . . uh . . . I need a hug and the toddler’s out of the house. So quiet in here now that I don’t have my characters running around in my head. I mean, it’s like crypt level quiet . . . I think I’m going to go hide now.