THE SPANISH MAGNATE'S REVENGE is almost done. I've been buried in the ending. I always get this way — grumble, groan, moan along the way, and then I hit somewhere before the black moment and the ball starts rolling so fast I can barely keep up. I write as much in the last few days as I did in the first few weeks. It's crazy, but apparently that's my process.

I owe emails. I owe blogs. I owe time to family and friends. I cannot escape the grip of this story. But it's almost done. 🙂 Soon, I'll emerge from the cocoon and wonder what's happened around me.

Hope you writers are getting much done!!! Does this happen to you, btw? Is there a certain point where the story takes you over so completely that eating and sleeping and showering are extreme impositions? 🙂