I am on the Hell-spawned Double-Decker Bus, and I am heading out of Hell with my soul intact. I haven’t felt this excited about finishing a chapter in a long time. There is nothing like it. The closest thing that I can compare it to is watching the Chicago Cubs winning the World Series for the first time in over hundred years.
I started this particular chapter back in 2009, and I put it away when I had reached the part about killing the teenager because I felt my skills weren’t ready for it. I also wasn’t ready to delve into my dark side of my subconscious. At the time, I thought if I looked into the dark abyss too long it would change me irreversibly. I didn’t want that to occur.
I tried to stay away from the fascinating abyss in every project since I heard its siren call. No matter how hard I tried, I always found myself at its edge. I took the plunge when the current project called and with my girlfriend’s help. That gamble paid off twofold for me.
By finishing the chapter, it has given me the confidence to write the book the way it should be written. It also showed that I should believe in myself as a writer and should follow my instincts more often without second-guessing them every chance I get.