Promised - Delivered

Hi people

As promised earlier last week i'm updating again. 10 more pages are finito and oh my i gotta tell you it's realy drying me out. I mean right now i am writing all about what was swirling in my head from the very beginning. Maybe thats the reason why i proceed so slowly. I pick the words so carefuly trying to get it as right as possible. And besides getting all loose strings together for the Grande Finale is as hard as it gets.
So if numbers count for something - 432 pages. Next update will be around page 440 when the end will be just lurking around the corner. I'm so excited! After 2 years of work for the first time i know for sure that i am gonna finish this for real. And maybe i'll start on a sequel. But too early for that now.

So stay tuned and till next time.
Vasko

Tragic Death of Heathcliff Andrew Ledger

It is sad when young people go like this.
I hope you find peace, Heath.
You wont be forgotten...

425...

trying to get to 430 by the end of this week.

stay tuned

Starting the Countdown to the End...

I am starting my personal countdown.
Today i finished page 420 and i think it will all be over realy soon. I guess i have about 30 more pages to do, before i write the epilogue. I waited long enough throughout the last weeks and months for an inspiration but i learned again that inspiration is not something you can force. The only think you actualy can do is wait for the writing blockade to be over all by itself. And suddenly there comes a day when the words and phrases come automaticly - just like breathing and you cant wait to be able to sit down in front of your computer and allow your fingers to bring your ideas to life. Images flood your inner eye, setting events, making the characters act exactly like you ever dreamed and say the exact right words - so right you havent even though its possible.
And i know again why i am writing at all. It is like a drug. You cant resist the need to give into it. You cant ignore the calling of its voice and you cant stop comming back to it. The only thing that separates writing is, that it fills you with life, while the other takes it from you.
If writing is the drug that makes me live i am happy to be an addict.

So folks again

420...

Next post comes with page 430.

Keep it up
Vasko