The Word-a-thon counter is ticking ominously...we're now under three days and my chest gets tight just looking at it. Ecstatic. Thrilled. Anxious. Can't-breathe-because-this-is-actually-happening kind of tight.
I received an email today from a man I'd contacted back in March about interviewing about being the parent of a diabetic. He was just wanting to know if I was still researching and needed information, or if I was already writing. I got to write back, I'm finishing it this week, but thanks anyway. Finishing. WOW!
I looked back at some of the interviews and emails I sent, and my hope, although riddled with doubt, was that I could finish before the end of this year. I started this book mid-March. The idea that I could write the entire of this book, including the massive medical researching that has gone into it, in a mere nine months seemed unfathomable. But in the fall all my kids would be in school, so I thought I could buckle down and do it then. I wanted to hope it was possible, but truly, I didn't know.
And here I am, five months later, nearly done. Not just nearly... within pages.
And I received an email back from that generous man, wishing me luck in the publishing and asking me to call when I do a book signing in Broward County.
I wrote back with the only thing I could think of to say.
But now I have to walk the last steps, write the last words, give Babs and Ashley and the entire Babcock family the ending they deserve.
And meanwhile, try not to be distracted by this: