By the end of this weekend, I hope to type “The End,” and really mean it.
In the course of writing this book, I have discovered I can indeed write the kind of tortured dark hero I thought was above my talent; that my heroine has got a sharp temper; that John Donne’s poems make some delightful foreplay; and that my hero and heroine have strong opinions on how important choice, and the lack of it, is.
So. Here I am. While I anticipate that glorious moment, I am also thinking about holidays, and gifts, and such; what gift would you choose to reward yourself for a job well-done (or at least well-ended)? What are you hoping for this holiday season? What am I hoping for this holiday season? And what completed project has brought you the greatest satisfaction?