This (above) is not Adam. But as they say, always use a photo with your blog posts. It is, though, reflective of how Adam is feeling: a little frustrated.
Hurry up, I hear him saying.
He needs a hair cut.
I felt a strange vibration. Yesterday, 6:20 p.m. I'd felt it before; it was very familiar, yet distant.
And then I remembered. It happened one year and two weeks ago.
I was so close.
Three (or four; who really knows exactly?) chapters to go. A week later, I had finished Adam's Witness.
Here I am again. Broken Through. I know how it ends, although I suppose I always did. But I also, I think, know how to get there.
That moment when you know you've almost finished a book is visceral, bizarre, thrilling, terrifying. I wonder if all authors get that feeling? Painters? Goldsmiths? Anyone?
Have I done a good thing, or an idiotic one? Something in between? Time will tell.
Of course, the best moment (pre-publication) is when you close your computer and say, done. Draft one. Done. I did it. But there's this strange feeling that comes before that; you're so close you can taste it. You can't stop. You don't want to.
You sure as hell can't think about anything else. (Chicken for dinner? Sure, honey. Whatever. Oh, you mean I'm supposed to eat? Where's the coffee grinder?)
So if you're reading, I have a question.
What do you think of the title? Broken Through. It means two things in book two. It's an unfair question, since you have no idea what is actually IN the darn thing, but would it make you wonder? Enough to try reading it?
Adam, Grace, hold on. Almost there.