Thursday, February 07, 2008

Oh, Joy!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

I typed "The End" to my third romance series book this evening. I feel like poor old Atlas who finally got the nerve to shuck off that worldly weight he carried around.
Lee Lawrie's colossal bronze Atlas, Rockefeller Center, New York

Weight?

Oh, yes. Writing is work. It's a millstone around our necks. But we wouldn't trade it for anything! And that is total truth. We baby that millstone. Polish it. Make sure it doesn't get bumped and chipped. Guard it that no one steals it. Are paranoid if anyone comes around sniffing at it, wanting to look at OUR millstone. That's mine. Keep those mitts off, I'll thank you.

You can understand, you've encouraged me, and trod parts of this manuscript's journey with me, listening to my whines, and agonies. So thank you, dearest friends and family, for sticking in there with me. I love you all dearly.

Now, here's to finishing my cozy.


A Tongue-in-the-Cheek Quote:
You probably wouldn't worry about what people think of you if you knew how seldom they do. -- Olin Miller


Blessings!

4 comments:

Belinda2 said...

I think I know how you felt. I felt like a mountain was gone off of my shoulders when I finished college! There were several big projects that I had to do before I could graduate. Each time I finished one, it was like I could breathe again, but not for long since I would always have another project waiting. But graduation...now that was great! :)

Caroline said...

Yeah for the words "The End" "I'm finished" "I'm done" "I've graduated". What more lovely words can there be?

I let Molly N Bull know of your praise for her book. She'd love to hear you tell her yourself. Smile

Belinda2 said...

I need her e-mail or something again. The website has no options for contacting her other than by mail.

Caroline said...

Belinda,
here's Molly's email:

mollyb83@sbcglobal.net
Best!

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