Writing The End

photo courtesy JPaxonReyesThis week I wrote my two favorite words in this crazy business we call romance writing: I wrote The End on my latest manuscript. Angels didn't sing (although crickets may have chirped), fireworks didn't burst into the night sky (although bebe was throwing a balloon around at the time), and there was no standing ovation (although a live version of Glory Days was playing and some hooting and hollering was heard).

Still, it was a nice feeling. Writing 'the end' is always...