I’m coming down to the end of a book that seemed to be taking forever to write, and though I thought I’d be thrilled, I am not. I fell in love with my characters. Now instead of racing to the finish line, I’m dragging my metaphorical feet.
I will sit back after a particularly good scene, sigh with pleasure – and then get up and find something else to do. Lately I have done much touch-up gardening, dog petting, dog walking, snack making and phone calling. I leave it because I feel so good about what I wrote that I don’t want to mess it up. And now that THE END is near, I don’t want to say good-bye either.
I do that when I’m reading something good too. Some books are such fun that I am up and down like a yo-yo when it starts to come to a close.
Anyway, this book was such a challenge for me that I think I was afraid of it at first. A paranormal set in the Regency! I’ve done ghosts, of course. And supernatural characters have taken a bow in my novellas. But a whole book?
I’d tell you more, but I’ve got to get back to it now! (Before my daughter calls to say I’m a Grandmother at last!)