Saints at sea is done!

It’s been a little over three months since I started the adventure that is Saints at sea, and it’s done.  It’s wrapped up at 102k words, 28 chapters, and one helluva cliffhanger.  It’s not quite the cliffhanger that the end of the first Saints is (because damn, I’m sorry), but it drops a neat little bomb that I’m super excited about.  It’s a tricky one, too, so pay attention.

I really hadn’t intended to finish it yesterday, and I kind of feel like I stepped off a cliff but haven’t fallen yet.  It’s really weird.

For the past few weeks, I haven’t been writing a whole ton.  I have a lot going on, and I decided that reading was going to be my priority.  It takes a lot of effort to write sometimes, and particularly the end of Saints at sea, so I let it take a back seat and just focused on my reading.  Which is not to say that reading is easier, but it is sometimes, and it was nice not to be feeling like I was only half-assing both of them.  However, the writing brain doesn’t always agree with plans, and about once a week, I’d real quick dash off a chapter in Saints at sea.  Just one, and usually just in a day at the end of the week.  Just when I had a second or two.

Well, what d’you know, I did that on Wednesday, and yup, so that’s the end of part two, and part three is actually only three chapters long because the new ending is hella different and takes way less time cos duh cliffhangers.  Thursday comes around, and I kind of just wrote the last three chapters?  It’s all done?  Like, sure, whatever.

hahahahaha that was not a hint I swear


I’m feeling pretty good with where Saints at sea is at.  I was rereading the first few blogs about it where I thought it was going to be a trilogy, but I’m pretty convinced it’ll only be a duology now.  I also may not be done with Landon, but that’s all I’m going to say about that.

And right now?

"He told me to make sure Ronan was the name of the hero, and not the name of just another spear." He let the words linger. On the outside, the three Lynch brothers appeared remarkably dissimilar: Declan, a butter-smooth politician; Ronan, a bull in a china-shop world; Matthew, a sunlit child. On the outside, the Lynch brothers were remarkably similar: They all loved cars, themselves, and each other.

Hello, my stupid boys.  It’s time to finish editing Pen boys!  I have nothing standing in my way, no novels that are currently in-process (I’m not counting the sister witches or bookstore romance cos five/three chapters is so not in-process, shut up), and I am set on finishing edits.  After that, I will let my muse take me whichever way she prefers, either Saints at sea 2 or editing Saints 1 & 2.  I’d like for her to take me in the latter direction so I can start sending Saints out, but we’ll see.

You know what I realized yesterday?  I have to title these damn things soon.  I am not excited about that.  I hate titles with a burning passion.

Today, my plan is to finish reading Winterfolk by Janel Kolby (so gooooood), edit whatever I have in my bag for Pen boys, and then spend the entire night doing whatever the hell I want because I have this whole weekend off.

It’s going to be a good day.

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