Dec 28, 2019
Was playing Firewatch again and found a familiar symbol at the boy scout camp
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Was playing Firewatch again and found a familiar symbol at the boy scout camp
I've found my treat...
Finishing a novel is scary. Every time I get that far down the road - and I'm at 4 and counting - I seem to brake to a stop just before the end, leaving myself a final plot hole to resolve, a way out to say I'm still not done.
Maybe I'm scared to succeed, maybe I'm scared to be measured and judged, maybe I'm scared to let my babies out the door. It's worse this time since I've never written m/m romance before, but having been in this place before, I now have a plan.
BRIBERY!
I've found myself a treat. And a glorious treat it is. You see, my main character has a very distinctive tattoo. On his face. And I'm having it designed by a very talented artist as an incentive to type The End on the last page. And because there is no shortage of talented, enthusiastic artists, Jack's tattoo will end up as a bracelet and earring set as soon as I submit the book to a publisher.
I'm bouncing with excitement. But I think I have reason.