the writing life

We are going to be leaving in a few minutes to do some errands, so this will be short.  The writing is plowing forwards despite all my worries and hand wringing and feeling that this re-write will never be done, but now here I am.  I’ve worked hard on it, poured my heart into it and now I’m maybe a week away from the end and I just don’t know.  I hope it’s good.  I hope it speaks to someone other than me.  But I don’t know if it will.  We’ll see.  It seems weird to be seeing the end of the tunnel looming. 

Speaking of writing, Ken, we haven’t gotten your pages yet.  Don’t worry.  You can send them as late as you like tonight.  We’ll wait up for them.  Aren’t you glad you invited me to join your group?  Heh…heh…heh…

Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, January 04, 2008 in Chewing the Fat