Sweetest words a writer ever types.\u00a0\u00a0 Mind you, INTO THE FIRE isn’t yet all spiffied up for travel, hooves trimmed and polished and painted with gold glitter, mane brushed and combed and braided and beribboned, tail ditto, and coat gleaming, ready to be trotted out at the Spring Show.\u00a0\u00a0 The front half (about) of the book has been gone over repeatedly; then there’s a section that’s had most if not all the burs combed out but could use a pass with the clippers; and there’s the section that insisted on a different ending and dragged me another 15-20,000 words to get it done and looks like both of us have been dragged through a bog, a river, a plowed field, and a briar patch.<\/p>\n
I thought I had two more essential scenes to write, but late this afternoon, the book suddenly stopped and said “That’s it.\u00a0 Done.\u00a0 Time to clean up the rough spots.” \u00a0 (It was time to leave for choir, was what time it was.)\u00a0\u00a0 I typed “The End” and walked off to put on my shoes for the drive into the city.\u00a0\u00a0 Where we sang (including the famous section of MESSIAH known colloquially as “The Shirley Chorus” or just “Shirley,” because that’s how choirs have to learn NOT to sing it.)\u00a0\u00a0 The book is presently at 148,774 words counting title and “the end” but will almost certainly slim down in the hands of the author (wielding the famous chainsaw of correction) and Editor, whose chainsawing produces sculpted books out of rough logs.<\/p>\n
And now it’s past time for bed.\u00a0 Tomorrow will be another one.<\/p>\n
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