The smell of burned microwave popcorn hangs heavily in the air, permeating every corner of every room of the house. Those are the aromas what passes for dinner here tonight.
Hannah Montana season 4 blasts her twang as the acoustic accompaniment of the popcorn scent. How else can I keep the kids from asking me fifty things without the help of Miley Cyrus and her blond wig? It's a necessary evil.
The boys from church stop and start their lawnmower engine as they attack our jungle-like front yard (our mower died painfully), bless them. I just had to let it go all these weeks while I pounded out the chapters.
Light of the summer day is starting to slant as the sun sinks horizon-ward. Like my sense of relief.
Among all these the best sense of all is the feeling of BEING FINISHED with the draft of my novel! Hip hooray!
Bring on the chocolate, girls.
Like the character Kathleen Turner plays in Romancing the Stone, I almost cried as I tapped out the final words. She settled down with her cat and a glass of ... something. I'll just take the Kit Kat bar and my own dose of low grade television.
Because Monday morning it's the editing phase, and the real work begins.
But for now... bliss!