*Sheepish smile*

I'm sorry I haven't been very good at updating/commenting all week...There was this trip to NYC in which I did not end up at BEA like I was supposed to, but did have an amazing, inspiring visit to the Met (love that place)...
...and I have a new niece...:)
...and my rose garden is in crazy bloom...
...AND I JUST WROTE THE SCENE IN MY WIP!

Oops, didn't mean to yell. I'm just ultra-excited because I finally got to that scene near the climax that I've been thinking about for months and dying to finally type out.

Here's how it begins:

I hear a shrill cry above me as I drag my feet to Henri's in the morning; three vultures circle in the sky overhead, their ragged wings catching the weak breeze and keeping them afloat just over my head. I can see no dead animal on the roadway, but their black eyes are focused on me.

Shivering, I run ahead. Vultures are eerily wise at times: they can feel a death before it happens.

I wish Louis was with me.

He must have seen his share of vultures over the battlefield, and he would laugh them away. I try to do what he would do, but my laughter is shaky. I do not breathe easy until they fly away, past the church spire and the abbey, and I can see them no longer.

 

It gets more exciting after that, but every other section seemed to be teeming with spoilers, so...

 

The best part is, I love writing finales. So all I have to do is squeeze a few more hours into every day, and I'll have this WIP finished in no time flat. I think it's time to bribe my sisters into babysitting... (If you're reading this, girls, just think fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate. I have some at my house.......mmmm......)

Have a good Memorial Day, everyone! (I'm sure I will; it's my birthday, and I'm going to talk somebody into making me cheesecake. :)