If the kid falls asleep on the way home I’ll make you guys a car video of me mumbling to myself and rambling about how weird it is to have first drafts complete for all five Queers of La Vista books.

Don’t ask me if they’re any good. I have no idea. None whatsoever.

I cried writing the last scene. One of the characters in these books surprised me by being drawn directly from my guts and soul, and thus makes me cry. I did okay maintaining distance with everyone else, but man, if you don’t prepare for that shit you give it the power to slay you.

I am slayed.

Of course, that could also be because I just wrote a five book series in five months and am exhausted. 375,275 words. I mean, I look at that and I’m like, “…No wonder I feel like I just ran a motherfucking marathon.”

*I have never run a marathon. I’m using it as a metaphor.

Fucking hell. I should go do something productive. Copyedits just came in on Gays of Our Lives, so that’ll be good to get off my desk. But damn, y’all. Damn. I can’t even believe I just finished book five. That is profoundly unreal.