Well I am coming around the last phase of writing my book and I can hardly wait to have it in the hands of a few agents to read. I have 2 weeks to finish it and one week to get it to my editor to meet my self imposed deadline. I have been working on Starving Artist Not! around the clock.

As day bleeds into night, I find I have hardly moved from my spot in front of the computer outside of getting a fresh cup of coffee or something to eat. Yesterday I sat outside and wrote. It was almost surreal watching the sun fade into darkness as I sat in stillness except for the clicking of my fingers on the keyboard.

It is days like these that I wonder what force is driving me because I am so determined and focused and tired. In June I will have worked on this project for a year in solitude. I am so ready to share what has consumed me inside of my book.

I know that once I have a chosen agent that there will be more editing and work to do and again the same when a publisher is chosen. But just getting the book to a state where I am ready to let go of it feels like a big step forward and will feel like a major accomplishment.

But the clock is ticking and time is moving on. For now, it is back to the dungeon to be a slave to my own creative efforts.