There’s nothing to compare to the exhilaration of nearing the end of writing a novel, at least not in my writing life. I’m in the throes of that exhilaration now.

I blew past my usual lunchtime break of 12pm today, since I was in the heat of writing/tweaking the current scene from The Quiet in the Land/Willa. This past week I’ve taken two of my main characters through their black moment–that point in the story just before, or sometimes during, the climax scenes when all seems lost–and brought one of them through to a partial resolution (her inner journey is nearly complete, though the external one has a few more beats to work through).

There’s one more significant character who needs to experience his black moment, but that will have to wait for tomorrow and Saturday, and likely part of next week, too. I’m all played out for today. Wrung like a dishrag, if I might use that old cliche.

But I feel like celebrating. That means baking. I have a belated birthday cake on order (huckleberry lemon pound cake) but I feel like trying something new as well. Time to leaf through my recipe box and Southern Living Cake recipe book and see what calls to be created. Cooking, and most of all baking, is another creative outlet I like to indulge whenever possible (counterbalanced by a 100 or so miles on the stationary bike each week).

So look out Fred Meyer, here I come with my 10% off everything coupon that expires this Saturday (so nice of you to send me that!). But of course I know the perils of food shopping on an empty stomach, so first things first. Lunch.

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