That’s it. The paranormal thriller is done as far as a first draft and I’m taking a step away from writing until Monday. (Outlining and notes are still allowed.) I’ll admit that I’m glad to be away from this project. All of it was strange. Once I got into the last chapter section, I felt my mood lighten and more energized. Not surprised since this was a draining book to write and I’m not even sure how good it is. Let me just explain how rough this was with a story I kept out of the Monday post:
There’s a scene where a character has to be driven to the point of vomiting. Pressure and stress build as he freaks out over something. Well, this is the scene that told me something was wrong with me while writing this. Care to guess why? No details, but I was too successful in driving the character to the correct point. Got a little too close there and it might explain why it felt like I was pulling back after that point. We’ll see what happens when I let people read it.
Anyway, the beast is dead and I get to look toward greener pastures. After some errands . . . and appointments . . . and a birthday party on Saturday . . . and another on Sunday . . . and laundry at some point . . . and cleaning my pollen-coated car. I swear, I’ll get an hour of rest even if it kills all of my enemies. Whatever it takes to get myself back together in time to tackle Book 11 on Monday. Been away from Windemere for far too long.
Some other things to remember from this side of reality:
Ichabod Brooks & the City of Beasts Cover Reveal this Friday!
Possible TWUBS Chat from 8-11 PM EST on Saturday, May 30th!
Now I’m off to bike, shower, and bide my time until the pizzeria is open long enough for me to get the stuff I want. They don’t always have the gourmet pizzas ready upon opening, so best to give them an hour or so.