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IWSG #10: What's The Deal with Newsletters

It's that time again for sharing with the Insecure Writer's Support Group.
What is that you may ask, well their mission statement is this:
The first Wednesday of each month, we blog about our fears, insecurities, or even an accomplishment we had. 
This month's post I'm hoping to gain some insight on the newsletter thing. When I published three years ago part of my research was about how to gain a following. That's the end game right? Write books that people enjoy and build a fan base and get that multi-million dollar movie deal. (A girl can dream right?) 
One of the things a lot of the places I stumbled across mentioned were newsletters. It seemed like having one was the 'it' thing to do. When I go to some sites, at times I'm hit with pop-ups asking me to sign up for their newsletter. Freebies are offered (in some cases) if I do like links to special short stories or novellas. I'm told I'll get the latest and most update information, sometimes earlier than others that aren't signed up. Does it really help? I admit I don't fill out the pop-up. My first instinct is to close out the box. Instead I follow authors via their blog or twitter accounts.
I feel like I'm missing some important key factor to this whole thing. I know, like with anything, building up a following takes time. I created an account with one of the companies talked about. Put the links on both my blog and my website, but other than that, I remain at a loss on how to promote the fact that I have a newsletter, not to mention trying to figure out what to write if I did have subscribers. I have one book out and have been slowly writing (or not writing as the case was for a year) my second book. I hope that when I finish book two, book three doesn't take me three more years to write. So I have nothing to say and therefore the newsletter account goes unused. 
Is the newsletter supposed to be a marketing tool or just a way of keeping your readers updated in between releases? I honestly don't get it. In my mind anything I'd put in a newsletter I'd most likely post about on my blog anyway. So for those of you that use newsletters I'd love to hear what I'm missing. How have you guys effectively put them to use? I welcome any and all insight as I continue to learn more tricks of the trade for this business.
Thanks for stopping by~Meka 

It's All In The Name - #MFRWauthor

Welcome back for another week of #MFRWauthor, a year long blog hop challenge. This week we're supposed to discuss how we come up with the titles for our books.
Our books are like our babies in a way. We grow them.We nurture them. Then when they're ready we send them out into the big bad world and hope that we've given them everything they need to survive.

That starts with the name. Titles are important. It, along with the cover, is the first impression the reader gets for your book. For me I want the title to represent the overall feel and tone of the book. Now I only have one published and a second one that's still a WIP, but picking the title was the first thing I did for both once I got the idea for the story. 


My first book is called Fiendish.


The definition worked perfectly for how I saw my book. It's a twisted take on the Beauty and The Beast fairytale. As I said in the post two weeks ago about hobbies, this book was inspired by the game that I play. The writing group I was a part of had a challenge which was to take a classic fairytale and put an adult 'unique' spin on it. Once I got the idea for my twist, the name sort of hit me because it encompassed everything, wrapped up neatly with a little bow. 

Last week we talked about music and I stated then that a song is what inspired the title of my WIP. In Fiendish I put Calida through hell, not gonna lie, but she's still here. She was still standing when the dust settled, bruised, battered, but Not Broken. She thinks she is, but she's not and she'll learn that over the course of the story. The lyrics of that song fit the idea and the title for book two was decided at that moment.






How I'll choose titles for future books, not sure. One thing I do know is they will have to give me that 'warm and fuzzy' just right feeling when they do come to me. 

So now you know the 'secret' to my naming process. What's yours? Check out the other bloggers in this hop to find out theirs.

Thanks for stopping by
~Meka

The Music Of My Soul- #MFRWauthor

Welcome back for another week of #MFRWauthor, a year long blog hop challenge.


I love music and it's an important part of my writing process. I have running playlists for my stories, it's the soundtrack for the book. They are the songs I listened too the most when putting together the novel because the songs spoke to me for one reason or another during the process. If you click on the tab that says playlist and look over the section, you'll see it varies. I don't have any one type of music that I listen to over another. It's all about what sounds good to me, if the tune is catching, or the lyrics have deep meaning.

Music can really helps me bring a scene to life sometimes. When I was writing Fiendish, I searched for piano compositions that fit Seth's current mood as he played. I listened to them repeatedly while I wrote and immersed myself in the music as I imagined how he would do the same as he played. The last one on the list is probably my favorite. It's dark, and moody, but you can feel every note. I don't know all the technical terms for things, but as I listened to it, the whole piece just screamed at me this is it! This darkness oozes with his pain, and anger. It was perfect.

Not everything is dark and moody. I pick out 'theme' songs for my characters. Those are songs were the lyrics personify my vision of my characters personality and motivations. As I worked on Not Broken, I kept getting hung up on Malcolm. I felt like his character needed more than just the pursuit of the relationship with Calida. I kept beating myself up over it until 'his' song randomly came up in rotation on my YouTube mix. I stopped and listened to it and was hit in the face with how perfectly it fit him. It took me longer to find Calida's song for this novel (she had a different one in Fiendish) but it rolled around randomly just like Malcolm's. Again slapped in the face with how perfect it was for her.

Blogging about Malcolm's song is what kicked off the idea for my Music Monday posts. Heck, even the title of my book was inspired by a song. Gotta love those random songs on the YouTube auto playlist. Start with one thing, and end up with gems that are just what you need when you weren't even looking.

So what are some of your favorite songs and how do they inspire your writing?

Be sure to check out the other great blogs on the hop

Thanks for stopping by
~Meka

Dinner For Two: A Valentine Short Story

Dinner For TwoA Romantic-ish Short Story by Meka James2017
Carla gave herself one last once over. The form-fitting red dress hugged her ample curves in all the right places. She ran her hands through her newly colored brown hair, fluffing up the curls. Another application of lipstick and she was out the door.She slid onto the plush leather driver’s seat of her car and fired off a text to her husband.On the way to the restaurant. See you soon.Carla tried to ignore the nervous uncertainty that had been fluttering in her stomach most of the day. She tried not to overthink Brandon’s increased distraction as of late. She knew he could get that way when in the midst of working on a big case. Still it hurt that he hadn’t even said happy anniversary before rushing out of the door this morning. Her disappointment mounted throughout the day. No messages. No surprise flower delivery. They’d planned this night months in advance. Dinner at their favorite restaurant and a night spent at the Ritz in the same room they’d had on their wedding night. Things had been rocky with them, but they’d agreed they wanted to work on the marriage. Tonight was more than just their anniversary, it was their new beginning. He wasn’t going to forget. But as she glanced down at her dark phone screen, she wasn’t so sure.Carla pulled up to the valet station.One of the young attendants hurried over to open her door. He put his hand out to assist her out of the car. “Welcome to Amato’s Steakhouse.”“Thank you.” He tore off the bottom half of the claim ticket handing it to her in exchange for her keys.“Enjoy your dinner ma’am.”Carla smiled and nodded a thank you in his direction before heading into the restaurant. She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she walked up to the hostess station.“Welcome to Amato’s. Do you have a reservation tonight?”“Yes. Um, yes, should be under Garrison for two.”Carla glanced around the location hoping to spot Brandon waiting.“You’re first to arrive.” She signaled to another waitress that walked over to escort Carla to her table.Dylan Roth sat at the bar checking his watch as he nursed his Jack and coke. His date was thirty-minutes late. A man knew when he’d been stood up. He loosened the pink and white polka-dot tie around his neck. He’d worn the damn thing for Samantha. During their online chats she’d mentioned her love of pink and polka-dots.He took another sip of his drink. He’d been a fool and should have just listened to his gut. Online dating was not his thing, but his sister had insisted he give it a try, saying his job had made him cynical. He’d been chatting with Samantha for a month before working up the nerve to ask her out in person. On paper they appeared to be a good match. Now as he sat at the bar on a Tuesday night alone, he was rethinking that.He signaled the bartender, time to head home. Thirty-minutes late, no messages, she wasn’t coming. He looked around as he waited to be cashed out, a beauty in red caught his eye. She sat at one of the center tables casually sipping out of the water glass. Dark brown curls cascaded around her shoulders. The deep red lipstick made her pouty, full lips stand out. The color matched the sexy dress she wore perfectly. She had a perfect sun-kissed complexion. One that he knew was natural unlike the bevy of fake tans he’d come in contact with over the years.The glint of her diamond ring drew his attention. He smiled to himself, her husband was a lucky man. The bartender brought him back his card, he thanked her before picking up and draining the remaining liquid from his glass.Carla hit the button on her phone, bringing the screen to life. No call, no messages. Unlocking the device she dialed Brandon’s cell. It rang and rang until the voicemail picked up. Her next call was to his office. He picked up on the second ring.“Brandon?” Fumbling on his end, as if he dropped the receiver. “Brandon honey.”Moaning. Heavy panting. “Fuck yeah baby.”Carla’s heart squeezed. She knew that voice, she’d listened to it for the last fifteen years.A woman’s voice. “Harder.”Carla’s hand shook. Bile rose in her throat. Tears burned in the back of her eyes. She should have hung up, but she couldn’t, she listened. Listened to the sound of her husband having sex with someone that wasn’t her.“Don’t cry darling, I’m not that late.”A stunned Carla looked up to see the smiling face of a stranger taking a seat in the chair across from her. She hit end on her phone, laying it face down on the table. Dylan reached across the table to wipe away the tears that rolled down Carla’s cheek. She stared at the stranger unsure of what to say or do. Her mind reeled at her new found knowledge of hearing her husband cheating on her. The stranger across from her smiled as he opened his napkin and placed it in his lap. The waiter approached. “Would you like to see the wine list sir?”Dylan looked at Carla, “Wine dear?”Carla simply nodded and picked up her water glass again. Her thoughts raced, her stomach twisted in knots. This was not how her night was supposed to go. This was their new beginning, but her husband was fucking someone on his desk at the office instead of having dinner with her. She looked up at the handsome stranger. He smiled as he leaned forward to speak to her. “If you’d like me to go I will. I saw you sitting here, you’re hard to miss looking as lovely as you do.”Carla blushed at the compliment. “How did you...why did you come sit down?”“I don’t want this to come out as creepy, but I was watching you from the bar. The way you kept checking your phone and looking towards the door. And then how your demeanor changed when you made that phone call. I’ve been stood up too, so figured I’d take a chance and save us both the embarrassment.”The waiter returned with the wine Dylan had selected. Carla quietly watched as he sampled the selection before giving his approval. He was a handsome man. His jet black hair was cut low, but the top was wavy. She imagined the waves would turn into curls when wet. He had deep, chocolate brown eyes that showed nothing but kindness when he looked at her. They were set off by thick lashes that most women would kill to have naturally. “Are you ready to order?”Carla blinked, realizing they were waiting for an answer. “Huh, no not yet.” The waiter nodded and walked away. Gathering her thoughts was not an easy task. Dylan studied the woman he’d admired from the bar. Her husband was a fool for not showing. He’d been ready to leave when he’d cast one last glance at her and saw the tears on her face. Coming over here and sitting down was a crazy, impulsive idea, but you only live once. At worse she would have told him to fuck off. At best he’d get to share a meal with a beautiful woman and hopefully in doing so brighten her night just a little.“My name is Dylan by the way. Dylan Roth.”Carla had to make a choice. She could go home and wallow in self pity over her husband’s betrayal and the end of her marriage, or she could stay and enjoy a meal with this man that came over to save the day. What did she have to lose at this point? Tomorrow she’d be filing for divorce.She smiled at Dylan, stretching her hand out across the table. “Nice to meet you Dylan. Carla Garrison.”She expected him to just shake her hand, but keeping up pretenses, he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it. Dylan released her hand, reminding himself this was a married woman. Even if her husband was an idiot for standing her up, she was still married and after tonight they’d never see each other again.She picked up her menu. “I like your tie.”Dylan held it up, looking down at it briefly. “I wore it for my would-be date. But thank you, glad it’s not going to waste.”“Are you sure she’s not coming?”He checked his watch again. “Seeing as it’s been nearly an hour now, I highly doubt it. No call, or message to boot.”Carla picked up her wine glass, using the time to try and wrap her head around the odd coincidence. “It hasn’t been that long for me,” she paused to glance down at her phone, a wave of hurt washed over her. “But seeing as how my soon to be ex-husband is otherwise occupied I doubt he’s going to show either.”Dylan saw the sadness in her eyes when she spoke. “I’m sorry Carla.”She could tell he was sincere in his statement. It warmed her aching heart that this stranger seemed to care more about her feelings than her own husband. “Thank you. And I want you to know this meal is on me. Well him actually. Order whatever you like, the most expensive thing on the menu.”Dylan laughed, it was a deep, rich laugh that drew curious looks from those around them.”What is it that they say about a woman scorned? But the gentleman in me can’t allow for you to pay. My mother would be so ashamed of me.”Carla’s musical laughter filled Dylan’s ears. He felt a swell of accomplishment from being able to make her do that. Over glasses of wine and good food, Carla and Dylan laughed, talked, and enjoyed each other’s company. No one but them knew that they were strangers thrown together by happenstance. Halfway through their meal Dylan’s phone went off. He paused to check it, shaking his head as he put it back in his pocket. “My date. Says she was held up at work by her boss and lost track of time. She hopes I’ll give her a second chance. But no luck of that. Burn me once, that’s the only shot you get.”Carla smiled. “I understand.” Her phone vibrated on the table. She flipped it over, all color draining from her face when her husband’s name flashed across the screen. She stared at the device, afraid to answer. The time she’d spent with Dylan had allowed her a distraction to ignore the heartache and betrayal of her husband’s affair. She didn’t have to think and obsess over all the thoughts she knew were coming. How long had it been going on? Was this the reason for his added distance from her? How did she miss the signs? But now he was calling, undoubtedly with some half-assed excuse and apology.“Are you going to answer?”She shook her head as she flipped the phone back over. “You’ve been great company and if I answer I know…” She stopped talking. She covered her mouth with her hand and fought back the tears that threatened to burst forth at any moment. Carla took a breath. “He can lie to me tomorrow.”Dylan nodded and refilled her wine glass. She drank it down in one gulp. They finished the rest of their meal, but Dylan could tell whatever issue that happened with Carla’s husband was weighing heavily on her. When the check came, he paid like he’d said even though she tried to protest.He placed his hand on the small of her back as they exited the restaurant. “Thank you for having dinner with me.”Dylan smiled. “It was my pleasure.” Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his wallet to retrieve one of his business cards. He handed to her. “I don’t know what’s going on with you and your husband, but if you need someone to talk to, feel free to call me.”Carla couldn’t deny they seemed to have a connection. They talked easily like they were old friends over dinner. She took the card Dylan handed her laughing as she read it. Dylan Roth, divorce attorney. “Do you believe in fate Dylan?”“Can’t say that I do. My sister thinks I have a jaded outlook on life considering what I do for a living.”Carla ran her fingers over the card. “I didn’t before tonight, but somehow you were just what I needed, in more ways than one.”The valet attendant pulled up with her car. She started down the steps, then turned back. She placed a kiss on Dylan’s cheek. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Music Monday: Let's Go Crazy

Hello and happy Monday! Welcome back for another week of Music Monday.

Adele has an amazing voice and didn't need a lot of a lot of flare to help her performance. People go see Adele for her voice, she doesn't need anything else.

As I watched all the performances I tried to figure out which was my favorite. I enjoyed Ed Sheeran's performance. My boys enjoyed seeing Lucas Graham. They like the song he performed, 7 Years.

Prince is my all time favorite artist. When we hear about famous passing, I'm saddened at the loss of a life, but Prince dying I took a little harder than normal. I remember seeing him in concert years ago and it's an experience I'll never forget. It was strange that not long after the news I found a picture I'd taken that night. Like it was meant to be. Overall, I felt like the Grammys were kinda lackluster this year. Regardless my favorite moment of the night was the Prince tribute.

It's hard to narrow down which song of his that I wanted to showcase this week in honor of him. Put I figured we had to go with something that is very iconic and the one that Bruno Mars performed since this post is all about the Grammys.

Did you watch the Grammys last night? And if so what did you think of the performaces?

Thanks for stopping by
~Meka

"Let's Go Crazy" by Prince

Writing Prompt: Character Description

This is the first time I've done a writing prompt. Since I was struggling yesterday with getting movement on Not Broken, this proved to be a nice distraction.

**Not part of either Fiendish or Not Broken**

2017SessionsBy: Meka James
Dr. Carr put her notebook on the small side table. She pushed her purple rimmed glasses up on her nose and gave me a warm smile. “Tell me about the Seth you fell in love with.”Her question caught me by surprise. Why would she ask that? How was thinking about the good times supposed to help me? I got up from my chair, walking over to stare out of the window.“He was the stuff dreams were made of,” I said quietly. “It wasn’t just his looks; it was how he presented himself. It was the little things like opening my car door. He made a point of doing it every time I got in or out of the car. No one had ever done that for me before.” I smiled recalling the memory of the first time he’d done it, how chivalrous it was.“What else?”This wasn’t right. I shouldn’t be recalling fond memories, yet here I was, reminiscing about the good times.“He was attentive. When I spoke he paid attention. He cared about what I had to say, about my interests. When he looked at me, I felt desirable. He had the best smile. He was serious a lot, so anytime I could make him smile I took it as a little victory. Seems so stupid now.”“It’s not stupid. People want to make their partners happy. You’re no different.”I didn’t bother disagreeing with her, we both knew my need to make my partner happy went above the average person. It’s how I ended up in this mess to begin with. Always the people pleaser.“Is that all?”I shook my head. There were a lot of reasons I fell in love with Seth. Thinking about them all now hurt knowing how it all went so wrong. “He was great at playing the piano. He’d told me he’d not let anyone hear him play since his mother died. I was honored he’d let me into his world like that. It was so moving to watch him get so lost in the music. I think I fell in love with him the very first time I watched him play. I just didn’t realize it at the time.” I turned to look at Dr. Carr. “Why are you making me do this?”“I’m not making you do anything. If you didn’t want to answer the question, you didn’t have to. But if you want to know why I asked, it was to help get your head out of the dark place you stay in.”“Yes he was great, everything I ever thought I wanted in a man, but it was all a lie! What I thought was a chivalrous act, him opening the doors for me, was just his first step of control. Not letting me leave the car until he was ready for me to go. The way he listened to me talk, was him gathering intel to use against me later. He took my hopes, my dreams, my fears, and would turn them against me, twisting and contorting everything I said to fit his purpose. That smile that I at one time adored, turned sinister when he proudly revealed to me his true self and it haunts me in my dreams. And his hands. Those hands that moved beautifully over the ivory keys of his piano. The hands that would hold and caress me at night, were stained in the blood of god knows how many victims! One of them being my best friend. A person I could have lost because of all those good memories you want me to rehash. My life is dark Dr. Carr. For every good memory I have of Seth I have ten more bad. Recalling the good times only makes it hurt worse.”I returned to my seat, staring directly at Dr. Carr, challenging her to refute any of what I’d just said. She didn’t. She picked up her notebook and pen and began to write. Pen scratching against paper, I hated that sound.

I should be reading - #MFRWauthor

So here we are in week 6 of the #MFRWauthor blog challenge. This week is all about hobbies. We need those right, to make us well rounded people. Get us out of our writing caves and hopefully interacting with real life people instead of the fictional ones in our heads.
I feel like I should say reading if I want to be a 'self-respecting' author. I've often heard, if you don't have time to read, you don't have time to write. Reading is not only for pleasure, but it's research. It can be a teaching tool to help us better our craft.
One of my goals for 2017 is to do just that, read more. I'm taking part in the Goodreads reading challenge to help track my progress. I have my handy tablet with both my Nook and Kindle reading apps. I'm all set.

My biggest issue is going on download sprees but never actually reading the books I bought. Most of them are $0.99 specials so it's not like I'm spending huge chunks of money when I do this, but still I need to be less wasteful in that regard. Even though I do have plenty of books already downloaded, when I started the challenge, I downloaded more. Most of my library on both apps are full of romance or erotica books and I wanted to expand my genre pool, so new books were needed. 
Reading isn't my main hobby, gaming is. More specifically playing The Sims 3 PC game. Yes, yes more fictional characters, but it has made me social online. I've connected with others that enjoy the game. As I mentioned in last week's post, I met one of my closest friends through this game. Most importantly, playing this game renewed my love of writing and set me on the path I'm on today.

There is an entire community of simmers that write what's known as SimLit. Stories brought to life and illustrated using the characters you create in this game. Being part of this community is where the idea for my debut book was born. It was a challenge as part of a forum I was part of, to put an adult spin on our favorite fairytale. I chose Beauty and The Beast, and so Fiendish was born. 
As a writer, this is a great platform because you can bring your characters to life. You have a visual aide to use for your characters. Your imagination can run wild while in control of their world. So many possibilities, limited only by your own creativity.  As a writer, inspiration can come from anywhere, this game serves as another source for me.
I still write stories on this platform and foresee continuing to do so for a long time. It's how I relax and have fun, plus it keeps the creative juices flowing. 
Do your hobbies inspire your writing? If so, how?
Thanks for stopping by~Meka
Be sure to check out other authors on the blog hop.

The Winds of Change: PSA

One of my goals for 2017 was to be more active on social media. Part of that is to work on my author 'brand'.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about my blog and its title. If anyone pays attention to the little tab at the top, you'll see the name has changed to Meka's Musings. When I first started this blog, I wanted to tie it in with my twisted fairytale theme of Fiendish, but times are a changin'. While I do have plans to possibly write more twisted fairytales in the future, this blog is about more than just that.

I'm starting to do a little bit of everything on here as a way to connect with other authors and maybe even some readers. Because of that, my URL will also be changing. Now I've been hesitating on doing this because I don't know how it'll effect updates from those that follow me either by email, or directly on your blogroll. That's why I'm giving notice. I'm going to wait to do the actual change in about two weeks. During that time, I'll put reminders at the end of all my blog posts that the URL will be changing so if updates from me stop after two weeks you'll know why.

The new URL will match my new blog name, so expect it to be mekasmusings.blogspot.com. I feel as though that name fits better with the overall theme for this blog. The design is under construction currently. I like what I have now, but not 100% sold on it.

Hopefully this change won't effect too much and it'll be seamless. I've never changed the URL of a blog before. I apologize for any inconvenience.

~Meka

Music Monday: Let's Get It On

Happy post Superbowl Monday. I'm not into sports but I know some out there are. I spent yesterday writing, or trying to write at least.

Last week I was working on a naughty scene and of course I had to find the right music to help me get it done. I'll be honest, I still giggle like a kid when I have to write the down and dirty. I don't know why, but it happens every time.

The main song I had on repeat when trying to get through the chapter, "Let's Get It On" by the one and only Marvin Gaye. I'm sure there were plenty of babies made to that song along with others by him. Luckily my characters did practice safe sex so no babies for them.

So for those of you out there that write adult scenes, what songs help you get through them?

Thanks for stopping by
~Meka

"Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye

IWSG #9: No One Wants To Read This

It's that time again for sharing with the Insecure Writer's Support Group.
What is that you may ask, well their mission statement is this:
The first Wednesday of each month, we blog about our fears, insecurities, or even an accomplishment we had.
I can't believe that it's already February. January went by in a blur. So much so, that I almost missed doing a post for this moth. 
Last month I talked about goals I wanted to achieve for 2017 and I've slowly been still moving towards those goals. In writing this book, I knew I was going to need to take more serious steps than I did the last time. Mostly in the idea of actually hiring an editor. For book 1 I was fortunate to have friends who had greater strengths than I do with all those pesky grammar rules. Where commas go, where they don't all that kind of stuff. Cost was a huge factor in my decision to not use one, and honestly it's still a factor for me. Editors are pricey, at least some. When I look at my 1099 statements and compare them to what I will be paying an editor, well I'm gonna be in the red for a long, long time. 
With that said, I started the process of trying to find an editor that I could afford and would work well with me. I requested sample edits and some of the feedback I expected. Use of passive voice, too much telling, that sort of thing, however I got back one that hit me right in the old insecure gut. Basically I was told that 'more' needed to happen in the story other than my FMC's road to recovery for it to be interesting. I had a 'huh' moment. Then the second guessing started. Do I need more drama, or angst as it's called? Aren't romance stories supposed to revolve around the two main leads and their relationship? Have I just wasted the last 3 years (1.5 not writing at all) of my life thinking about this story and working on it all of it to be trash? Is anyone really going to want to read this romance about recovery and overcoming inner demons?
Just when I was starting to feel good about myself and the progress I've been making, I get this feedback and the wind is knocked from my sails. I know it's my story and I have to write to please myself first, but I still want a sell-able product when it's all said and done. It was just one comment from one editor from the four I've contacted so far, but it doesn't take much for the seeds of doubt when it's on a situation I've already struggled with. Hence the non-writing for a little while. 
I'll keep going and finish my project because I want to. I feel like I'm close to the end and I want to experience that feeling of accomplishment again on completing a book. When it's done, I just have to hope that one or two people actually like it as much as I do. 
Thanks for stopping by~Meka