I think I nailed it, or maybe I just nailed me

So, I've just written the end of the last chapter of Book of Days, the fifth Kinkaid Chronicle. Not the end of the book - there's an epilogue to go.

I made myself cry with it. Unusual. Not going to elaborate because I'm awaiting feedback, but I can say that putting myself into a beloved body and feeling it dying is not the easiest thing I've ever done, or written about.

As my friend Laura Anne Gilman once said about writing, "be true". I was true, and it hurts like hell. But I think it makes a good book.