I haven't been hit with the postpartum blues yet. Those terrible doldrums that hit when a book is done, finished, tucked away, kissed goodbye and sent off into the ether of the publishing world.
I know its coming, its just not here quite yet.
Over the weekend I read Living Dead Boy from beginning to end. I did some minor revisions and rewrote the last chapter. I added in a few small moments that I felt were missing the first time. I may go back in and tweak the last chapter again. I'm not sure yet. I'm letting it sit for a bit.
Almost done. Almost there.