Sometimes I think writers ought to train as pilots.  Pilots get emergency training for crash landings and stuff, right?

I mean, a crash landing, everything is happening all at once and you have to focus on the major things.  Like staying alive.  Right?

When I finish up a book, or I know I’m getting close, I feel like I’m this close to landing almost safely.  Almost.  But not quite.  There’s always this fear that the story is going to stall at the last possible second and all that adrenaline and anticipation is going to drain away, leaving me high and dry.

I’m not exactly at the ending of a book right now, but I did just finish the proposal for The Missing.  I feel like I need to dig out a parachute or something. This is, yet again, another different route for me.  I tend to do a lot of paranormals but most of them are in the vampire/shapeshifter realm and this one isn’t.  While Through The Veil was another departure for me, it seemed different from this one.  Not sure why.  Veil is sort of urban fantasy, sort of alternate reality and it required a lot of world building.

The Missing, though, it’s totally set in our world.  The same basic rules apply there as in real life.  But it’s more complex.  I keep seeing more and more complexities arise with each passing chapter.

This is a book I’ve wanted to write for years.  The idea came to me a good three years, at least, but up until now, I didn’t think I was ready to try it, just because it’s so complicated.  It’s not just the one book either.  There’s at least one more that will follow.  Yeah, great.  Another series, that is just what I needed….not…

So here I am at midnight printing it out for the editor to look over.  At least I would be if the ink cartridge hadn’t given way at 12:01 and no, I don’t have a spare.  Bad me.

Oh well.

At least I got it done.