I’ve been working on Book V of the Gift Legacy series for a year and a half (had to go look that up), and on Tuesday, I wrote the final scene. Since then, I’ve been fumbling around not quite sure what I’m supposed to be doing.
Don’t get me wrong – there’s no shortage of editing, re-writing, and writing to do, and let’s not get started on house cleaning, weeding, laundry, etc. (no really – let’s not get started!), but after eighteen months of concentrating on this one project, having it done feels … I don’t know … airy.
Each time I finish writing a book, it feels different. I wrote about it here. I feel good about this one. Optimistic. Excited.
I think I’ll take a week off and play in the garden. I might even clean the windows so I can see the garden when I get back to writing.
Book V is called The Gift: Betrayal. It’s Jackson Delaney’s story. I’ll tell you all about it next time. If you’ll excuse me, I hear the garden calling …