This morning, over two cups of coffee, I wrote the final scene of Necessary Evil. And, thus, the final scene of the entire Milkweed Triptych.
This is the third novel I’ve finished (not counting one hilariously sucktackular piece of compost in my trunk that will never ever see the light of day). But it’s the first time I’ve finished a trilogy (obviously), and it feels a little different.
It didn’t really hit me until I shut down Word and copied backups to the thumb drives, which is part of my daily ritual for closing out a writing session. And then I realized: “Holy crap. This is the last time I’ll do backups to new Milkweed content.” And I got a little wistful.
(Yes, I’m a sentimental weirdo. Pleased to meet you.)