...at the end of the tunnel.

Hey all,

It's funny. After writing like a crazy person for the past three months, I find myself slowing down a bit as the end comes clearly into sight. I've got 108,000 words in the bag, and I'm in the middle of Chapter 40, the final chapter (though there will likely be an epilogue of one sort or the other to put all of the loose ends to bed). I guess I'm just slowing down to enjoy the end of a long process, to say a proper good-bye to all of the characters I've been living with for the past year or more.

It's still nice outside. I'm going back out to the picnic table and see if I can crank out another couple of pages before the birds start screaming to be fed...