Writing is back on, and the first draft of Mystic: Episode Six is complete. Tomorrow I’ll edit it and put it out to the readers. Production has really picked up in the last couple of weeks, and it feels GOOD. Like, really good. I need to keep it up. I like feeling this way, and hate it when I’m behind schedule and people are expecting my work.
If I can roll through Darkfire by the end of January, I will consider the beginning of the year a resounding success.
Meghan and I are both starting to freak out a little bit. With the daycare gone, we’re both coming to face the reality of our new lives. Tomorrow we’re going to sit down and plan out how we’re actually going to make this work—not just some pie in the sky dream of how it could be.
Thing is, as much as I’m scared, I somehow know we’re going to make it. Not because I think my books are going to explode (though I wouldn’t mind that). But because of Meghan. I have 100% faith in her and her ability to figure things out, and I will do anything I have to do to back her up.
She makes me want to succeed, because I want to give her as much as she gives me. That’s the kind of person my wife is.