....aaaaaaahhhhhh..... magic (or even Melting... now they were nice when we made them at school, right?) moments.
Trouble is, the Moment I'm having at the ...well, moment... is proving to be a a bit of a tough old plate of decadence to get shot of. And I know there's an even nicer, second plate of puddingy delight to savour following this, so why can't I just hurry up and goddamnwell polish it off!
I should seriously renew my membership to Analogies Anonymous. It's getting ridiculous. I must have one hidden in any place that could secrete one. Sometimes I wake up with one in my head. Sometimes I can't sleep for thinking about where the next one is coming from. And often I can think of two or three at a time. It's bordering on uncontrollable. I need help.
So I'm having trouble ending 'the book'. The time-travelly one. (which I think would make a great tag-line 'Let's Go Round Again' - "it's time-travelly"). I've been on the *last chapter* for the past two days. And now it's turned into two last chapters. Which makes the last chapter No.40 which is a nice, clean, round number, and the best age in the world to be (seriously... esp. when your b/f is only 29 - but enough of my salubrious past). SO I'm kinda delighted.
But I can't let go of it. Okay, it's a difficult premise to end sensibly without insulting the intelligence of the reader. And also I know that once I've typed those magic words THE END, I will slip into a kind of sad stupor and mourn the passing of the thrill of the ride. Because that's what it's like, right?
Only this time, I'm actually looking forward - I'll repeat this shall I? LOOKING FORWARD, everybody - to editing this, the first draft. And edits are notoriously NOT exciting in the least - normally. And I know precisely what makes the very idea of this edit exciting - as opposed to not so much.
Well, because, it does what it says in the tag-line. It's time-travelly. And time travel is, if nothing else, a very exciting concept to be a part of whichever way you look at it. And even though, at the end of it, it won't be the complete, finished book, at least it will have enough bare-nakedness on it's bones (the bones are the very idea and the process which enables it to become a proper initial construction) for it to be dressed nicely - and then accessorized. And boy, have I got some accesories I'd like to dangle from this baby's bones!
Ah - there goes another Analogy. See? I can't help myself.
C'mon... c'mon... c'mon..... I know I can do it.
I know of at least ONE person who will be delighted when this is completed - a friend who never normally reads but is now badgering for "next chapter please..." every time she's got to the end of the last one. So if I can convert a non-reader into a Badger then - well, my work here is very nearly done.
And like Eric Morecame would say - I know all the right letters it's just getting them in the right order.