The Home Stretch

. Am. Almost. Done.


I swear! I've got five scenes left to go:


Two have been written and need typing;
Two are, ahem, bedroom scenes, which need no encouragement for me to write;
Leaving one last scene, one of the more difficult, involving all sorts of fast-paced action at the end of the novel, right before the denouement.

Raise the stakes! Throw rocks! Add tension!

Argh. I just want them to retreat to the bedroom.

Rosa first came in to my head in February 2009. One year later, I finally had the title, Out of the Water. That was last year, the summer when everything changed. Rosa attended the writers' houseparty at Cherry Hill, then hosted one in Constantinople. Romance entered her life and I finished the first draft of the story a few months after that.

I've been editing since then. Some days it feels like it'll never end. Other days I procrastinate by doing research. Still other days I hide behind my To Read pile and pretend I'm not supposed to be writing my own story.

I've got an ROW80 inspirational post up on the official site!

Now if only I'd take my own advice...