It’s done.
The final edit on Songs, that is. I should be relieved, elated, but I’m not. It feels like an anticlimax (there’s that word again). I was expecting some great rush of triumph as I hit the final full stop and clicked “Save”. Instead all I got was “Jeez, is that the time?”
So what am I going to do with my evenings and weekends now? I have been living and breathing this book for the last year; my husband looks up when I enter the room and asks “Who are you again?” Continue reading
