I did a bit of editing this week, but most of the past few days were spent getting ready for today.
Today is minor surgery. Routine. Quick. And yet, because of some past medical experiences, I did have to keep the panic attacks at bay. And then there are the week to ten days of restrictions.
Zuma Beach, where ideas flourish as I stroll the sand, dodging waves.
Deep into the first edit of Full Sail. It is not a slow process, but a meticulous one. I like to hand my editor a manuscript that is as complete as I can make it. I usually hand it over with a sigh of, “I can’t look at this anymore.”
After a few weeks of back and forth, we have a final cover for Full Sail. I’m very excited about it. But I’m more excited that today I am writing the Mulholland scene, the last big scene before the book wraps. I can see the epilogue from here.
I went to bed the other night, knowing how the last two chapters of FULL SAIL were going to play out, or so I thought. When I woke up, everything had changed.
This line was running through my head.:
I thought it would be fun to take Mulholland Drive back to the hotel. Instead, it almost killed me.
I was toying with some type of scenic drive on Mulholland Drive. I mean, would my gal TJ really be driving a sporty Porsche and not take the iconic drive? I think not. And wouldn’t it be much more thrilling if that drive became a life-or-death endeavor?
Photo by JOHN LOESING
And that’s how we got here…or will once I map out the details. Don’t worry, I’ll put the pedal to the metal… (I’ll see myself out now).