72 writing days spread across 10 months [with various absences thrown in], and a little over 135,000 words — and it’s finally done.
*pause to feel the whoosh of relief from this end*
When I started this, I had no clear idea what I had let myself in for; now that it is done, I have no clear idea what I can think of during the daily commutes to and from work, when till last week I had Bhima for mental company.
It’s been fun. More to the point, it’s been one long-drawn out learning experience, the fruits of which will hopefully inform all I do here on at work and on here.
There’s a pro forma statement people make at times like this: “It wouldn’t have been possible without you.”
I’ll say that now: It wouldn’t have been possible without you. Only, my statement is not pro forma, but meant in all earnestness.
The feedback and the discussions kept me thinking straight; at times, particularly on one occasion when personal problems piled one on top of the other and I took a two month break, I found it damnably difficult to pick up the thread again and at one point even thought, ah fuck this, I just don’t have it in me to continue.
I didn’t at the time reckon without the emails. A couple initially, then a flood as my hibernation extended, all saying they missed Bhima, all asking when it would resume. I particularly treasure this one, from the elderly mother of a regular reader. She wrote, and I quote: “My son introduced me to your wonderful retelling of an epic I have loved; each Monday I wait for him to come home from work with the printout of the latest episode, and each Monday I am disappointed. Please write again — your grandmother would have been so proud of you.”
So — I really couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you.
If you liked the series, think kind thoughts of this man — a marvelous writer who deserves to be known far more widely than in just one little sliver of a state. If you found errors and inconsistencies, put them to my account.