For good or ill, A Darker Crimson is done. Put a fork in it. It's all wrapped up and going Fed Ex tomorrow. Final word count: 96k. Oh, for crying out loud. I used up ALL my expensive bond paper and now that hateful voice is whispering to me, Hey, Carolyn, are you crazy? You could have had two more evenings to mess with word order and punctuation. Are you sure you shouldn't unwrap it and start over?

Anyway (mentally whistling to self) the changes I made to the end came out a lot better than I thought. (Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!) So, now it's late. I'm tired and going to bed.