No, I don’t have a novel excerpt. I don’t have an excerpt of any kind today. It’s nearly 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I’m sitting in the first toll plaza in Western Ohio as you head eastward. It’s called Tiffin River, though I don’t know if there is a river nearby. I do know I snapped the fingernail completely off as I was sitting down, but I think it was already broken.
I’ve been up since about five-thirty and pretty much been on the go since getting up. But my business in Indiana is finished and I don’t have to return until June. So what I have ahead of me is at least another nine hours of driving, which should put me back in Harrisburg sometime around midnight. This isn’t the first time I’ve run this route, and it certainly won’t be the last.
The next five or six days is going to see me writing like mad. I have three TV recaps I need to do and I likely won’t get them done until this time next week. Thanks, AMC, for screwing up the schedule of the show I’m recapping and dumping a whole month’s worth of programming in two weeks. You don’t make a girl’s job easy. And I’ve spent too much time in the current chapter I need to really get going on it, as I’m getting really close to one hundred and fifty thousand words. It just seems like it’s taking me forever to get there.
This is what happens when life gets in the way.
So, I can’t dillydally long here at Tiffin River, because once I get back to The Burg it’s off to bed because at 5 AM tomorrow I need to get up and start getting ready for work. Then I’ll drive off and get my nail repaired, and then I’ll go home and unpack. It just never seems to end, doesn’t it?
If there’s one thing that could be said about the morning drive to this part of Ohio that is good, it’s that I figured out how the series ends. I pretty much have the exact ending worked out in my head and even walk through some of the dialogue. Needless to say, there were quite a few tears shed as I figured it out. But, it’s a good ending. I just need to write it. One of these days.
Yeah, my kids are probably getting lonely. I haven’t been paying much attention to them of late and they need to get their stories told. I even worked out another scene over breakfast this morning that involves Annie and Kerry–and Emma. Needless to say, Emma is feeling a bit uncomfortable, and there’s good reason for that. When will you see that? Sometime in this novel: that’s a guarantee. Now spend all your time trying to figure out what it is that’s happening…
No matter what you may think it is, it isn’t.