Lake Therapy

I’m back from the lake and happy to report that it worked: the rough draft of THE ARCHANGEL PROJECT is now finished. The first two hundred pages of the book are well polished, having gone out as part of the proposal last year. The next hundred or so pages were also in pretty good shape before I headed up to the lake. So all that’s left is to polish these last pages and verify a few niggling little facts.

This time, the weather was not conducive to sitting on the front porch swing—where I’ve done much of my writing the other occasions I’ve gone up there for an intensive write-in. But there’s a great view of the lake from the living room sofa, and even shrouded in mist the water was beautiful and calming.

Still, it’s good to be home. Huckleberry is trying to convince me his heart is broken, Press swears no one has fed him since I left, and as for the other three—well, I’m not sure Nora, Nick, or Thomasina even noticed I was gone.