The first of multiple drafts of my first book, A Change in the Weather, has been finished.
One of the first lines of the book is this:
The moral quandary still mazes me, and so in a search for personal clarity on these matters, I am committing to personal archive the events of that night, and all of the rest that followed.
The very last line in the book is this:
Heh. Okay, I’ll stop being silly.
The last meaningful line in the book is this quote from Marcel Proust:
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
I’m going to go out and eat some dinner, then return and start Articles of Retransmission.