An author isn't supposed to publicize anything from the final chapters of their book. That's another stupid rule I'm happy to break. I routinely find myself needing to re-read the end of Woman on the Verge of Paradise. Here's part of that closing letter to my readers. I kinda like it (and need to remind myself of this) a lot. I hope it has meaning for you too.
Have a good week, and take care of yourselves.
Stay loving and silly.
...It’s not about landing at a destination. It’s about looking towards one, while savoring each gesture along the path. Like exhilarating foreplay that might or might not lead to orgasm; or the tantalizing first bite of bubbling hot fudge smothered over a creamy, mushy banana split sundae, whether or not you proceed to eat the whole thing (and if you don’t, I will.). Or sinking into a potentially life-altering moment of profound enlightenment, wherever it may lead. It’s about belief in greater things, whether or not they come to pass in your lifetime.
And on the other side: Paradise.