It’s Edith, because it’s Sunday!
I’m coming down to the end of a book that seemed to be taking forever to write, and though I thought I’d be thrilled, I am not. I fell in love with my characters. Now instead of racing to the finish line, I’m dragging my metaphorical feet.
I will sit back after a particularly good scene, sigh with pleasure – and then get up and find something else to do. Lately I have done much touch-up gardening, dog petting, dog walking, snack making and phone calling. I leave it because I feel so good about what I wrote that I don’t want to mess it up. And now that THE END is near, I don’t want to say good-bye either.
I do that when I’m reading something good too. Some books are such fun that I am up and down like a yo-yo when it starts to come to a close.
Anyway, this book was such a challenge for me that I think I was afraid of it at first. A paranormal set in the Regency! I've done ghosts, of course. And supernatural characters have taken a bow in my novellas. But a whole book?
I was daunted. And now I'm haunted by this one. 
(Not literally. No ghosts here!)
I'd tell you more, but I've got to get back to it now! (Before my daughter calls to say I'm a Grandmother at last!)