Final Turn, Final Edit
Today, I edited The Final Turn, I hope I haven’t ruined the story. By now I have gained that eerie detachment from it; the story is not really “mine” any more, it’s “a story”, and as such edit-able and publish-able. I’m waiting for some feedback from my trusted reader (yea, I’m looking at *you*, Russ), and off it shall go.
I remember the same sad feeling about The Roommates, the cord-cutting one, mixed with the “OK it’s finally done” sentiment that also belongs to the cord-cutting procedure.
I no longer live in that world, the folks in there no longer talk to me, and by the final strokes I was merely an observer, and a cold-hearted one. God must feel like this in modern times, when there’s so little margin for what he can do for us.
The rest was goofing around, no words done. But well, now I’m fooling around with yWriter 5, filing the Vega info in there. It will have to be done someday anyway, so why not today when I can’t seem to push myself to write.
