There’s a strange feeling that comes with almost being done with a novel.
Almost.
I’m having that sensation now.
The sequel to Finders Keepers — Genius de Milo — is just about done.
The manuscript is written. I printed it out, doubled spaced, and have been reading the pages for the last few weeks.
I’ve read every word on every page, twice, and I’m down to the last 20 pages on the third and final read-through. Some pages are perfectly clean, others have lots of hand-written notes, and the rest are somewhere in between.
In addition, the Genius de Milo manuscript is in the hands of three trusted friends who I’ve worked with before, who will be sending back their notes within the next month.
There’s an excitement to being almost finished. A flutter of anticipation.
There’s also a sense of … ooooh, this book is going to be great, but I’m basically done, so … let’s ease up.
And there’s even a middling sense of … I want to be done already. I’ve been at this a long time. I’m ready to move on.