Sunday, August 11, 2002
Back home at about 4:30 a.m. this morning. That seems to have become the usual getting-home-from-Atlanta time. A good trip to clear my head before the final push to finish the novel. We shopped, met friends for dinner, saw a film, then retired to Huey's on Peachtree (the best Cajun/Creole food I've found outside Louisiana).
So, today, it's back to work. I got questions for an interview for Cemetery Dance magazine this morning, so now that also has to be squeezed in between this morning and the 26th. There's no room left to squeeze in anything else. Not even with a crowbar.
I am, naturally, very intimidated, being maybe half an hour away from beginning Chapter Thirteen. I both hate and find great relief in that this-is-it, coming-up-on-the-last-big-hill-of-the-roller-coaster feeling. Here's the point where it all either comes together and works, or falls hopelessly apart. Here's that ending I went in search of way back in December. The ending that has, on the one hand, been waiting for me to catch up to it all along, and, on the other, has been almost entirely shaped by the writing required to reach it. But I'm stalling. I do that well. Now it's time to go write.
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