It is official, Friends. Five months, tons of research, and 65,000 words later…
my novel is complete. (cue the cheering)
The ending is kind of anticlimactic actually. Not the ending of the novel …

Remember anticipating Spring and the life it would avail
The baby birds, innocent words, and how clouds could grow a tail
Remember the smell of honeysuckle while the earth was dark and moist
And the ice cream truck …

“The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” I have been busy with working the 9-to-5, teaching part-time at a college, and finishing/editing my novel.