It's always a bittersweet celebration when finishing a book. You've spent months, if not years, living, breathing and being totally immersed in the world and characters of your story and then it ends. Just like that. We all know it has to end but I'm sure many writers, like myself, find themselves missing the drama and excitement.
As of 9:30 this morning, Wednesday, January 7th, the fourth Brenda Strange adventure was finished. I didn't have Champagne, but I did sit back and enjoy a cup of smooth coffee with non-diary creamer. I'll put the manuscript aside for about a month, read over it again, revise once, maybe allow a beta reader to take a look at it, then send it on to my hard-as-nails editor.
The best way I cope with the withdrawal of saying goodbye to a book I spent so much time with is to start on a new one. Now, which one calls my name the loudest? Will it be the bloodthirsty adventure and romance of a sequel to my Karnov vampire trilogy or the bold dip into a period gothic romantic suspense? And Brenda Strange will surely begin demanding my attention sooner than later.
I find the choices challenging and delightful. Oh, and there is that barely audible whisper of a pirate yarn.....