There is something so incredibly satisfying about finishing a book, attaching the document to an email to my editor, and then hitting Send. That’s what I did this morning, about ten minutes before noon. So I’m doing the Snoopy dance.
Well, to be honest, I’m not jumping up and down. My back is still bothering me from too many hours over too many days, seated in the same chair. I saw the chiropractor today, will see him again tomorrow, then have a massage. May see him again on Friday, depending upon how I’m feeling. I leave on my PR trip on Sunday. I hate the idea of traveling in pain. To make matters worse, I couldn’t get an aisle seat so I’ll be “trapped” for that three hour flight. Ack!
The next three days will be full. A cleaning frenzy is first on the list. I speak at a Christian women’s Christmas brunch on Saturday. I leave on Sunday for Illinois and Indiana so must begin to pack soon, too. (And it is bound to be colder there than it is here!) Praying for travel mercies now that winter is hard upon us.
For the past two nights, as I’ve been drifting off to sleep, I’ve been hearing catches of dialogue. I’m beginning to envision this woman, beginning to want to know her story. Who are you? I ask. Tell me about yourself. Ah, it’s a beautiful time in the creative process.