I finished (finally!) the rough draft of The Coldest War this evening. I spent the entire day at my desk, eager to hit the finish line. It was a good Saturday for writing — damp, windy, pissing down rain all afternoon.
But just as I got to the last page of the manuscript — zeroing in on the final sentence of this book, which I’ve had in mind for two and a half years — the clouds parted, the sun came out, and a rainbow emerged. Perfectly framed by my office window.
Sometimes the hard work does pay off. Who knew?
There’s still a lot to do before I send Coldest War to my editor. So it’s not really finished finished. First, I have to do a quick polishing pass on the final 130 pages before I submit it to the May meeting of Critical Mass. After that I’ll put the book aside for most of the month and try to forget about it. And then, in June, I’ll print the entire thing out and do a cover-to-cover reread/rewrite/second draft.
But what a thrill, typing the final words of this novel. I’ve known exactly how this book would end, since before I even started the previous Milkweed novel, Bitter Seeds. Because I’m a compulsive outliner, I’ve always known in a general sense where all three books would begin and end. But the 2/3 mark of this trilogy was particularly special. So I’ve been waiting to hit this milestone for a long time, and I feel great to finally be here.