I finished it tonight. Amongst other things, like a 7k jog, like a card game at the community hall followed by a long telephone chat with a friend who is leaving for a cruise to Alaska in the morning.
It was nearly finished anyway. I started it on Sherkin Island and fell upon it every chance I got, packing it in with my book and my android and my notepad and my camera and taking it with me everywhere so I could stroke it and add colouredy squiggles to it. Like a well loved pet. Well, so it is.
So I knew what the end should be. And tonight I wrote it.
And it's, like, done. Seriously done.
A two person play. I'd always wanted to write a play about two women with a secret. I knew the secret but they didn't. So then they find out and tell me about the secret. And you too when you see it.
And today I told one person, then another. About this play and these two women. And they got excited too. As excited as me.
Let the production meeting begin. Then the auditions. Then the table readings. Then.....
I am over the moon. Elated. Excited.
Writing does this to me.