Writing is a journey. And like most good journeys, it’s about what happens along the way more than the destination. But I’m now on my final approach for Phoenix …
Readers, thank you for flying with us on Air Phoenix. This is your captain speaking. Please turn off all electronic devices, put away your tray tables and ensure that your seats are in the upright position. We are on our final approach.
I’m back on page one of Phoenix, about to make copyedits from my eagle-eye husband and it hit me, this may very well be the final time I review it. An 8-year journey from a blank screen on my laptop to sending the final-final-final-please-take-it-away-from-me manuscript to my publisher culminates after I finish this final edit. (See Robyn!!!)
I arrive at my final destination. Publishing.
I don’t know why I’m letting myself feel glum and apprehensive about this final read through. It’s not like I’ll never “see” Amanda, David, Shiloh and Alex again. Their stories (or at least a few) carry over in Pardon Falls, which I’ll begin work on again.
And, this doesn’t mean that Phoenix’s journey comes to an end. Publishing is simply the second leg, where I continue traveling but by bus instead (I will not pull Amanda’s Chapter 6 hijinks).
There is more awaiting. New mountains to climb and new travelers to meet along the way. My bags are packed and I’ve got a new pair of hiking boots. Anyway, I’ve never been one to shy away from visiting some far off locale.
I only pray that natives will be friendly.