It came down to the last line. That’s all I can say. I had no idea where it was going, no interest in anything but discovering how the Captain and the Gypsy were going to get out of this. They had to. There was no other way. I need to have more time with Madame Smythe’s cats. Sorry. That means Captain and (some) Crew must stay on for a while longer. Not like this is Game of Thrones, or anything like that. If that were the case, and they kept up with my writing, we would be on what? Season 40?
I finished the last line and looked at the title page to remind myself what this book is called. It all speaks to how this year has been incredible.
Happy to say, I feel satisfied with this science-fiction offering, considering it is one draft, with no edits, no repeated pages on a typewriter. It feels good to be in this groove now. I want to take this on the road and start writing books at people’s houses and in venues, wherever people need a message and need it fast, I deliver.
I was saying act…