Finished the first draft of this book 6pm Sunday, after an incredible stint of writing lasting from 3pm Saturday with a very short interval of sleep in the middle. In fact have written fairly solidly since Wednesday and am completely shattered, but quite satisfied. Not a hint of Five of Cups style agonising. Wanted to do it on this day, three month anniversary of the death of one of my closest friends, who would have laughed herself even sillier than usual over this one. Love and miss her very, very much today and every day and for the rest of my life.
There's not going to be much more to do to Me and the Goddess Athene, another week should see it off my hands - then freedom, no more fiction, back to identity, history, landscape, all the truly sustaining things in life. Can rush off to the Rade de Brest and get on with all the research that's been piling up for The Long Thought which will soon be very much shorter...
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