Just Like Crack

I know what you are all saying. I can hear you muttering behind my back. "It's been almost two weeks now. When do we get to read that novel she's been teasing us about?" Well, wait no more. Well, a little more, because I'm going to write some stuff right now to drag out the suspense. What took so long was after I 'finished' the story I decided it really needed a better ending, so I gave my undercover DEA agent a case of Post Traumatic Stress syndrome. I never knew it would be so much fun writing from a crazy point of view, but I loved it. And just so you know, I already have a sequel plotted out in my mind. And I think he's going crazy in the sequel, too.

So anyway, the story is officially finished. My husband has been asking me every day when I was going to finish, and I kept telling him I needed to write a couple more lines. Just a couple of lines, just a couple of lines. I told him I sounded like a crack addict, but he said crack addicts don't do lines. He's hoping I can have it published and both of us retire to a life of leasure, but I told him don't quit his day job just yet.