Wrapped up the novel

Yours truly from a few days ago with my Peace Around the World EPP WIP. It's not done, lol, but my novel sure is!

In a most unexpected fashion, churning out THREE chapters yesterday to complete The Deadfern Miracles.

(Heads up - this is long, but not as lengthy as the book, lol.)

So, I guess I still can pull words outta my backside, hehehe. 8954 words thereabouts, as I just checked the document. The first chapter was only twenty-five hundred words, which I completed at nine thirty Friday morning, having gotten an early start. Yet I wasn't plotting more than dealing with laundry and attending last night's May Day protest at the Humboldt County Courthouse. In fact, I ate a quick lunch before beginning the next chapter, which I knew would either be the last or penultimate. By one thirty p.m., that chapter was done, but The End had yet to be found. One thirty, hmmmm.

One thirty seemed early enough that if I sat at my computer and let God do his thing, The End would emerge. I dealt with the final load of clothes, forgot all about May Day, sat at my office desk, and started to type. Two hours and fifteen minutes later, and some thirty-three hundred words, there was the conclusion of my story.

I didn't move away, other than to use the loo, for another forty minutes; it takes that long to clear all the mistyping, lol, as well as read over the ending. Then read over it again, tweak it a wee bit, then save and close the document for the day. Only then did I realize the time, four fourteen p.m. The protest was forty-five minutes away, what was I going to do???

I also completed the Lego bouquet, and am very pleased for these forever flowers which grace the table.

Well, I decided to have my Metamucil, then some hot food, warming up a couple of small baked potatoes. Two pieces of toast, one with plant butter, the other with peanut butter, were followed by a GF Madeleine. By then it was almost five, the protest a no-go. Nothing about it appeared on our local news, but we watched the weather, then my husband started a fire because it was kind of cold out, or it was very gray which lead one to feeling chilled, especially when seated at the computer much of the day. Then he turned on basketball; Orlando was beating Detroit, but in the third quarter the Magic literally couldn't make a basket and Detroit took the lead. I'm not fond of either team, but had hoped for the upset merely because upsets are exciting, like writing three chapters in one day and finishing a novel started back on the eleventh of February.

The middle of February feels like a LONG TIME AGO, other than the fire we enjoyed last night. This book might not be the longest a draft has taken me, but certainly one of the lengthiest stretches of writing, mostly due to having visitors and fewer straight days to WRITE. Yet this week was glorious. While I skipped Monday, on Tuesday I'd hoped to get half a chapter in; I wrote an entire chapter. The same occurred Wednesday and Thursday. On Thursday I sensed the end was near, but wasn't going to overplan, merely allow this joy to evolve as it was wont. And as it was, Friday was the kind of day I've had in the past, my ancient writing past. Like the day back in 2007 or 2008 when I wrote all day completing Detours. I wrote so much that the document stopped tracking the mistyped words and I had to comb through it to find them all!

This novel isn't that long, though it's not short; currently it's in the upper 90K. I gave it all a gander this morning and now I'll let it sit for a good month while I prep Can't Be Done Alone: The Hawk Book Five for a very late May/early June release. But once that novel's published....

Then I'll return to Southern Humboldt County, to fictional Deadfern, California. And then.... We'll see what happens. I didn't plan to write a standalone this year, was merely hoping to work on The Enran Chronicles. But this tale emerged in early February, after I read over Mark 5:24-34, about the hemorrhaging woman who is healed by touching Jesus' clothes, then I considered a plot, characters, and setting. Then I started writing. And now it's done.

Camilla from last night; she's been forced off the wall to this shelf-area recently, but last night went there voluntarily, bless her!

That's all very succinct. Yet this story required MINIMAL notes. It's a story in which I used the FIND search when I needed to recall this or that detail. A story I read through a few times after a break, altering this or that detail. A story I didn't think too hard about in the writing, a story I am privileged to have received from God. All my stories are that way, but this one especially.

Now it's time to close this up, still thrilled to be done, to be so blessed, to be an author. What a way to start my sixties!