I did it! I wrote the last two scenes of Kindred today, and reached my goal of finishing the last section by October 30th. I'm pretty wiped, having a hard time finding more words to type this blog post, but I wanted to get something down to mark the day. I wrote the last sentence a little while ago, stared at it, then got up from the computer and burst into tears. It's been little bursts of laughter and tears since, as I've wandered the house and various super markets and craft stores (although I managed to contain those in public).
Lots of thanksgiving going up heavenward. Four years and nearly seven months. Now I have a tome. A little monster of a book that's twice as fat as it ought to be, or so I'm told by Those Who Know. I don't care. Not today. I'm proud of my baby. I'll whip it into shape eventually.
After all, it's not truly The End. Not for me and not for these characters. Their story spins on in my head, and I mean to eventually write it. But I did try to wrap this book up as a stand alone novel and give it a sense of closure. Hard to gauge whether I succeeded, since I can't experience it without the knowledge I have of What Happens Next. If there's anything at the end that is hard to take--and some tough moral decisions were made, let me tell you--I have the comfort of knowing it won't always be that way for the characters. God has a plan for their lives, and He's working it out... though not on their timetable.
Now I'm talking about my characters as though they are real people (they are, of course, I'm just not sure I'm meant to admit that in public....) so I'll stop rambling.
Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands for us; yes, establish the work of our hands.