So the pages came today, that last version of the book prior to print. The next step is holding the actual novel in hand. For now, I have 407 pages to peruse. I open the envelopes that have been Fedexed overnight and put all the pages together. And because I’d rather be playing in my sunny garden like Lark in the novel, I run out into the eighty degree day and gather up handfuls of my favorite flowers and herbs and one especially lovely chocolate-colored sunflower.
First line: As the sun slid from the sky, Lark pressed her back into the pockmarked cliff on the island’s west shore.
Last line: Truly, there was nothing she could possibly ask for other than him and this very hallowed moment.