Well, except for some revisions in the read-through stage, “The Rustler” is finished. That last chapter is action-packed, I’m here to tell you, and WHAT a last chapter! Writing it was like being one of those guys in the old western movies, hanging on to a runaway stagecoach by the rear axel! They made it look so easy.
I’m taking the rest of the week off and going to the lake to paint, drink wine, read other people’s books, and otherwise mess around, as I told you the other day. It may already be too cold to swim, but if I can get the pool warm enough, I’ll be in it.
This really feels like a Friday-blog. I guess when you finish a big project, you feel as if it ought to be Friday.
One thing I won’t be doing is going to the casino. The machines are tight right now–you can’t get a bonus-spin to save your life. The prince is apparently on vacation, or off saving a damsel. Oh, well.
More tomorrow, from the lake.