Slowly, and sometimes even surely, I've finally reached the home stretch in my first draft of my next book, A Sister to Butterflies. One more chapter, then an end cap that's already all but written, and then I can ... start all over again.
Not before finding out the preliminary word count, though; that's my usual reward to myself for finishing a piece. And not before indulging in a drink or two with a friend or three.
Lemme know if you're not busy.