Today
The book is live. The laundry cycle continues.
The book is live.
It was supposed to be last year. Then early this year. I lost count of how many times I chose to wait a little longer, because it was not ready. At some point, the counting stopped mattering, and the doing was the only thing left.
There is no triumphant feeling. What I feel, mostly, is that a thing that needed doing has been done. And immediately behind that feeling is the next one: the second book, the third, the fourth. The work does not pause to celebrate itself.
It is a little like laundry.
You finish one load, wait for it to dry, put it away. Within a few days the pile is building again, and you know it is almost time to start the machine over. That is what writing a series feels like from the inside.
Today is the second of two rare consecutive days off. Tomorrow the alarm goes off early. I need to prepare lunch for my family before I leave, and pack my own. The morning will be ordinary in every way except that somewhere, a book that did not exist two years ago is now available to anyone who wants to read it.
If that is you: thank you for being here.
The Unveiling Passage is available now.
