Today is day 11?! What?! That means we need to have this wrapped up by tomorrow. Sure thing. [Nervous laughter here.]
Today has been an impromptu cosplay day. Basically we just pulled together some random stuff and put it on.
You can’t see the nails or all the hair stylings. The tattoo was washed off quickly. Maybe we’ll make cosplay part of the plan for next year…
Also impromptu were the scones safely delivered by grandma and grandpa. So yummy! The scones, not the grands. No touching, even if we got a MITE close for the pic.
As I write, the intern loads the dishwasher. A writer adds words. The marketer works on design. The art director worries over a map. The editor scours all the words.
I crashed last night well before smores. Apparently they were delicious. The butterbeer sits ready in the freezer for tonight. We have greatly diminished our snack stock.
The movie series is finished. We’ve had a day to live in pajamas and a day to live in someone else’s clothes. We’ve experimented with new software like Scrivener (not new to me, kids), Inkarnate, and Procreate (also not a new one to me). We’ve mailed camp letters and drawn pictures and walked tens of thousands of steps around this place.
We’ve fought and counseled and forgiven and made book camp better.
Now all that’s left to do is finish.
What a small word with such a big meaning. Finish.
To get to the end. Of the story. Of this phase of work. Of camp. Of living together. Of forts and late nights and camp foods.
How do we get to the end now, when we’ve only just settled to a mellow pink-orange glow of work and fun?
We will do. And we’ll be sad in a happy sort of way. Mostly, we’ll be happy in a happy sort of way. To spread out. To see parents, for two. To sleep in own beds, some of us. To get to routine as the gears crank toward school.
But first some other things must get to the end! A story! A book jacket. A map. Edits. A press kit. A marketing plan.