Collider…completed.

 

It seems positively unimaginable…

Back when all this began, it wasn’t going to be a book at all, it was just screwing around, and then I planned a different story, which was supposed to be a book, and I wrote that, and it became apparent to me that I really did want to write that first story, write that first book.

But it required a lot of work, because again, it wasn’t conceived as a book, and I was just a dumb kid at the time, and…But there were the bones of something, there. And I just kept thinking about it.

A little less than a decade ago, I wrote something that was very, very close to writing Collider itself. It gave me the first real bones of what it would become. So I kept plugging away at the ideas, and slowly they started to make sense to me, to coalesce. And in the past two years I wrote two full-length manuscripts, and then it seemed like I was finally ready.

Then I started writing it. At first it was slow going, just picking away at it. A few weeks ago I slipped into another gear. I started writing daily, longer chapters than I’ve written in a long time, day after day, and I started feeling the momentum. The story started surprising me. It took turns I didn’t expect. 

And now, it’s done. It’s finally done. This last chapter was almost anticlimactic. How strange is that? I could barely sleep last night, the anticipation of this moment clogging the atmosphere…

Now, of course, the real work begins…