I am going to send this version in to be copyrighted, tomorrow, and get my Library of Congress Control Number for the card catalogue. It's good enough for that. Then when I get back from next week's round of jobs, I'll start in hard on the cover.
I'm in a weird space, right now...knowing the end of this project is coming and not sure how I feel about it. A Place of Safety has taken up decades of my life and to finally be at the point of completion is bringing me into uncharted territory. One part of me is relieved. Another part joyous. And yet more of me is nervous, knowing it's near a point where I can do no more with it and don't really want to let go...like a parent with a grown child.
I have several other stories to concentrate on. Darian's Point, all three sections, none of which would be a book unto themself. Dair's Window. The rest of Blood Angel. And with every one of these, there's a lot I've already written. So I'd need to re-familiarize myself with them.
I may just take some time off to recharge. A lot depends on how the election goes. If that convicted felon manages to steal this election like he did in 2016, I have no idea what I'll do. Because he's not the one who will wind up running things; that backstabbing POS Vance will, and he is worse than inhuman; he's a cyborg.
But we'll know how it ends in two weeks, won't we?
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