Never mix red wine with Oodo.
Earth Year 2014
Welcome phantom readers. Thanks for being here.
Philip the Bard will return tomorrow but for today I want to discuss a profound experience I had yesterday.
I killed some one very close to me yesterday.
OK, OK it’s not what you think. Yesterday morning around seven thirty I completed the first draft of the last book in my sci fi series. The last chapter in the book details the life of our protagonist. The final sentence is her last words.
I sobbed like a baby when I wrote those words. I had killed someone I’ve lived intimately with for a long time. I’ve lived with these stories since I was twenty years old (forty years ago).
I still have work to do, rewrites, edits and such but when I wrote those last words that was the end of this person’s life. Now when I work on the book is it more like working on a history. Max Gavaskar for me is no longer a living breathing being. She is a grand lady of the past.
Everything I do for her now will have a touch of melancholy. I will miss her very much.
Never mix red wine with Oodo.
Earth Year 2014
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