On Sunday I finished the final edits on Book III: The Dark Lord, and uploaded it to Vellum on my Mac, and formatted it. When I was done, I went back to my Windows computer, and looked at my open Scrivener (word processing program for writers) file for When Darkness Falls… and realized… it was all done. After 3 years of working in this project day and night, suddenly… I’d never see it again. I mean, even if some minor changes need to be made (hopefully not!), at this point it’d be done in Vellum. I’d never need to open the When Darkness Falls project in Scrivener, ever again. Okay, my eyes are starting to tear up just from writing this.
I spent a very weird evening and night, and a part of me wanted to snatch back the books, and hug my story to myself and not let it go. We’re not judging, right? Part of me felt like I was losing Damien forever (huh?)… because by ending the story and sending it out into the word (publishing the books), I was cutting the ties between us (hello, fictitious character?).
But to balance that, part of me is hysterical and giddy and giggling and hugging myself, because I FINISHED IT!! I got this awesome, amazing story (she said, modestly) written and out into the world. And I LOVE it, and I’m AMAZED not only that I wrote it, but that I COULD come up with all that to write, and I’m so pleased and proud and excited and I wanted to call my mother at 3 a.m. and yell and laugh and jump and tell her all about it (I didn’t, of course… but still…).