If all goes well...

Tomorrow I should have a hardcover copy of Home Not Home to look through and open up and find the obligatory typo in. But once I have that, A Place of Safety is done. Completely. I mean, yeah, I still have to bring it out in paperback, which I may do sooner than later, but this is my last truly official act with the book's publishing.

 I've been at this for 18 months. Writing 6 months on each volume, give or take a bit. Having it finally completed has left a huge void in my life. Unable to settle on what to do, next. If it wasn't for having had APoS as the center of my universe for so long, with all the complaining and fighting with myself and threatening to quit and nonstop drama of it, I'd fit well into the description of a highly functioning manic-depressive.

I did work up plans for a job in LA, the middle of next month. Bought tickets, reserved a hotel and a car, and have it all worked out. It's in Anaheim, so it's well away from the fires...which will, hopefully, be extinguished by then. But you never know. I keep track of it all and worry, but the fact is it won't be done till it's done.

I know what I want to do next -- complete The Beast Dines Out. And I know how I'm going to start this last part...or two. But I cannot focus until I've seen HNH in my hands. I've already decided to take a photo of all three books, together, and use that as my banner on FB with a tag similar to:

Brendan Kinsella just wants to live his life. But he's a Catholic boy in Northern Ireland at the beginning of The Troubles, and events keep messing with his plans.

Hmm...not great but getting there.