...and 113 pages later. I look up toward the heavens and thank God for guiding the way. Color me done - manuscript is at its finality. The only words I have left are, my husband inspired me and out of nowhere the flood gates opened -- my memory returned and within eight days I finished. I might also add, I believe my little girl leaving me had something to do with it too. Who knows. Spiritual power comes from above and that's what matters. Regardless, I did it. Now I find a literary agent. Any thoughts? If not, I will have to close my eyes and point aimlessly at the Google links provided.