This morning I woke up at 5:02AM to drive Bart to the airport. After a brief yet scenic tour of the wrong terminal, we got him to where he needed to be. This ends one of the busiest, most productive, and funny weeks of my life.For the last week we've toiled away at the book. We've hacked it apart, chopping out huge sections and adding new chapters. We've discovered certain words that we overuse: we had a beautiful, wonderful, and fitting time obliterating the words beautiful, wonderful, and fitting from the manuscript.
It was fun to host Bart at my apartment. He cooked chili and walked on a frozen lake. Other than that, it was all work. Even working was beautiful, wonderful, and fitting because we got to relive the trail. During every chapter we worked on, we could scarcely breathe from laughter at something we remembered.I was sad to see Bart go. As J.K. Rowling wrote, "There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them." The Great Eastern Trail was our mountain troll - a beautiful, wonderful, and fitting mountain troll.
