My new characters live! My writing is flowing and the New Zealand sun is shining. The nameless foal is to be known as Kyle, and an assortment of gaudy presents are already stacked under the worlds most tacky tree.
I have come to the conclusion finishing a novel is similar to living through a traumatic separation. The fictitious characters that have brought the pages to life have told their story. Now there are new characters and a new journey to explore.