What was going through your mind as you reached the end of writing your book, They Whisper In My Blood?

When I decided to dive into the writing of this novel, a long-nurtured goal, I had this image in my mind of a writer: someone sitting solitary in a dark studio, sipping on absinthe, with a pet unicorn for company and an invisible muse perched on her shoulder pouring passion into diamond-encrusted prose. Lo and behold, my muse did make an appearance, even took over the whole creative process, fleshing out my story with characters that had hitherto existed only as shadows. What I had envisaged as a battle-royale within an arena that had me and my keyboard wrestling with legacy and permanency, even mortality, turned out to be one of the most enjoyable processes I have ever experienced. That’s what went through my mind when I typed the final period. And, this: I’d love to do this again!