Well, The G. M. Os. has finally come to an end. 26 chapters, a little over 179,000 words. Quite a project.

Now all that is waiting is the publishing. Chapter 8 went up today. Chapter 9 is out for proofreading.

Frankly, I’m very happy with the story. It was a good mental exercise and kept me sane for two months.

Yesterday had a bit of a letdown and almost had to call the suicide hotline. Haven’t had that feeling in over five years, but I know it’s always there. Good thing I’m going to see the psychiatrist on Tuesday because the way I’m feeling at this moment, I just might have to make that call. Maybe just to have someone to talk to. Sometimes, that’s all it takes.

That other story I thought I was going to do died. There’s nothing to resurrect. So, maybe a sequel to The G. M. Os. might be just what this suicidal writer needs.

Strange how that works. You take the medicine, but those thoughts are always there. Scary.