I just finished the penultimate chapter of Underground–current word count: 94,817. Now all that remains is the final chapter with confrontation and resolution and the epilogue which is usually very short and probably not necessary, but… some people like them and I don’t mind. Besides, it balances with the prelude in front. I spent some really weird time doing research for this one, as with Poltergeist, so I’ll probably be doing and Author’s Afterward on that, but at least the end is in sight. And for some reason I feel sad and stressed about that.
Maybe it’s pre-post-paragraph depression….
Ironically, the cover design is already set for execution. This one will be red. But not as Chiwetel Ejiofor said in Sexy Boots, “Rrreeeeed! The color of SEX!” more like “kind of brick, y’know… the color of… well, bricks.” Con spiriti insancti.