The Final Kick

When I was a kid, I would dive to the deepest part of the pool and swim around, dragging my hands against the bottom like an aquatic creature. Then when I couldn't hold my breathe any longer, I would look up at the surface, push up from the bottom, and start to swim towards the surface. I can remember times when I thought I couldn't do it, that I'd be close to bursting. And I'd give that kick, more like a series of shuddering struggles and I'd break the surface of the water. Gasping.

I'm in the final kick. Chapter Thirteen is about to end, someone's about to end, and Chapter Fourteen is a loaded beginning where I enter the final phases of the book.

Let's see if I can finish it tonight.