Can't rush it. Last scenes, tweaks, buffs, and shines. This is where my whole mind is right now and has been since July (save for a few cleansing side-steps in the shorter fiction realm.) Never thought I would make it to the end of the tunnel. While I know there are no promises that any of this schlock will see the light of day, I feel pretty good because it's almost complete, and all I've ever wanted was to tell a complete story. That's the hardest part, you know? Letting go and saying it's finished. Lost an early writing mentor this week, but that passing will be discussed in a later blog entry because I've been sifting through the cobwebs. If anybody is wondering, Noir Con and B'Con aren't in the cards for me this year (sorry, Lou.) Yet, strangely enough, I've committed to Muskego for the sake of novelty. Stoked to see my bro, Chris Holm and his bride, and the word is there may be some more surprise attendees. The
lineup out yonder looks awesome (save for a couple of folks I think I'll pass on) and I've never been to Wisconsin. I'm sure I'll be a square peg in a round hole. Onward.
