Yes, I’m afraid this dill plant is pretty much dead. The end is most definitely near for my experiment in growing herbs this summer. I enjoyed it, and had some lovely flavors added to my food. I also forgot to water my plants on a regular basis, and in this summer’s heat, it doesn’t surprise me that their growth is ending.
The end that I want to talk about today, however, is the end of my second book. It is fast approaching, and I find I have mixed feelings about it. I drag my feet before starting to write each day, as if I don’t want it to end. This novel has gone so fast for me, it has been a lot of fun. I end up wondering just what I’ll do with myself when I’m through with it.
Editing, re-writing, editing, re-reading, re-writing, editing…yes all that fun lies ahead for me.
The other feeling I have is one of accomplishment. Yes, I can write a second book. And probably a third and fourth too. Writing this book has given me confidence in my ability to write on a regular basis. I’ve written almost every day since the beginning of May on this sequel to Gaia Dreams. For all my doubts about my work ethic, I seem to have found that ethic this time around.
Today as I sit down and start the music playing, drinking my second cup of coffee, I will begin to write the end. I will take my time and not rush the ending. I always hate that feeling when reading a book, that the ending was rushed by the author. I like for everything to have time to get wrapped up nicely and completely.
Endings are always so bittersweet. There is a sense of loss, but also a sense of new adventures to come. Only by finishing this book, can I find out what other books are lurking there inside my head just waiting to be written. I can feel them there, amorphous beings knowing soon their time will come to be put to paper. Time to end this blogpost and write.