I’m so close that the finishing line is just a few strides ahead, yet this last stretch is quicksand.  The race has been exhausting…I’ve called on reserves that I didn’t know I possessed and I’ve loved this story hard.

I’m writing the climax of my new novel and–with that sweet rush of closure–comes the slow pain of edits.  I know I will need to rewrite the entire beginning and so the journey will continue; bitter sweet but always loved.