I’m hit that point in the third Edge novel were all the dominoes have been arranged, and I went flick with a finger, and now they are falling as I race toward the climax. I love this point in a book. I don’t want to stop. I cancelled my riding lesson today. I didn’t get to the gym. I didn’t eat. Now I’m trying to make some dinner because I can’t keep going without food, but I don’t want to stop. These are the moments you live for as a writer. I love this feeling. It’s an indescribable high.
