Tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I not lonely.When I heard that line, that I've heard hundreds of times before, I thought of it in another context. Admittedly fixated on how to break out of my funk, I often have to process the real reason for being there... and when it comes to the book I'm currently writing, it occurred to me this afternoon, I will (once again) miss writing this character. Those who have had the honor and indeed privilege of previewing this book, or are familiar with my earlier self-published tome, know that I write in first person, and that character, while not me, is at times reminiscent of things I may say. I might even use her to voice things I would never say in real life. Like the last time I finished up this character's story, I missed her. Writing characters you have to know them better than you know anything else and they all become a part of you to some extent. So, while I fully intend to pick up the pen to ink a new one, I will miss her until she's resurrected to her next set of adventures later on.
And now that I recognize this, perhaps tomorrow I can resume bringing this toward its inevitable end. Of course, Bon Jovi's love ballad, I recognize, is a somewhat ironic tune to bring me to finishing up a book that is anything but the anti-love story. Then again, perhaps writing about someone with a horticulture fetish might be interesting, if not terrifying (though appropriate).