But not depressed. Just tired. Sort of a twilight feeling.
I’m working on the last chapter of The Spanish Bride, an action/historical mystery/thriller/etc set in the uncrowded days of 1780s St. Louis. This is about the fifth draft now and I think it’s ready. Just one more chapter.
This is always a dangerous point in the process. I see that finish line and I get anxious, I want it to be done, but the last stretch of a novel is where all the promise is supposed to pay off, so you shouldn’t hurry it up.
It will be fine. …