Well, I've done it. Just shy of the witching hour on February 6 I finished my novel I'm submitting to Angry Robot for its open door month. Now, to leave it lying fallow, for two weeks while I revise something else for a literary agent, before the revisions on Inkarna start.
Dunno if musicians feel the same when they lay down that last track, because the real work is still coming when I start my hunt for gremlins to polish the manuscript... and I'm feeling oddly empty, floaty even. It may also be the fact that I've had too much coffee. **grins**
Music played a big part in my writing of this tale, which I started hammering out on December 28, all 87 000 words of it (that's more than 300 pages).
I'd like to thank Sal for And Hell Will Follow Me. I've been listening to the album since it arrived in the mail, two to three times a day. Other albums that have been on my playlist while writing include October Rust, as well as The Serpent's Egg by Dead Can Dance.
Oh, and I played my bass today, and even wrote a bassline for some ditty my husband composed. It's great to hear my music again, from deep within, like I used to before playing in a black metal band killed my muse. Where this leads, I don't know, but I cherish the gift of music, and its appreciation.