
Mid- to Late Morning, Thursday, January 25, 2024, Madison, New Hampshire

Hi there, dear readers. Itโs a cold but sunny winter morning here in east central New Hampshire. Currently, the temperature is 31ยฐF (0ยฐC) under partly sunny conditions. With humidity at 89% and the wind blowing from the east-northeast at 1 MPH/1 KMH, the feels-like temperature is 36ยฐF (2ยฐC). Today, we can expect partly sunny skies and a high of 44ยฐF (7ยฐC). Tonight, the forecast calls for light snow showers to pass through the area. The low will be 31ยฐF (0ยฐC).
As usual, I woke up early in the morning when the sky was still dark, and the sun had not yet risen over the eastern horizon. I wanted to get at least another half hourโs rest, but at the same time I was antsy and hungry, so I muttered, โWhat the fuckโฆmight as well start making some coffee and get this day going.โ
So, here I am, one hour and 16 minutes after sunrise, writing my 1,408th post for A Certain Point of View, Too, and already thinking about my novel, Reunion: Coda, and what I need to do now that, at long last, the epistolary chapter is finished โ at least in its first draft iteration.
On Writing & Storytelling: Finishing Chapter 12, AKA โThe One with the Emailsโ

Yep. You heard me correctly, folks. More than three months after I began working on the โEpistolary Chapterโ โ a process that I thought would take me only a few weeks to complete but was, unfortunately, interrupted by The Big Move North from Florida toโฆhere and delayed by the long, slow โsettling inโ aftermath โ and a lot of mental gymnastics, swearing, and tons of rewrites and revisions, the first draft of โThe One with the Emailsโ is done.
Although I donโt ever do outlines โ when I write fiction, I do so without a detailed plan; I just have a general idea of how I want the story to end, but otherwise I make up stuff as I go alongโฆby the seat of my pants, as it were โ I had a feeling in my gut that the last two emails between Jim Garraty, the protagonist/narrator of the Reunion Duology, and Maddie, the brilliant and beautiful concert pianist he is falling in love with, were going to be the last in their transatlantic correspondence and that Iโd be putting Maddie on a British Airways flight back to New York after a work-related trip to her hometown of London.
Not only did I want to wrap up this chapter โ which is presented as a series of (simplified) emails between the two โleadsโ of Reunion: Codaโs set-in-2000 storyline[1]– so I can move on to what, I think, will be the last two or three chapters, but the conversation between Jim and Maddie had reached its apex โ stretching it out further wouldnโt do me (or you, the potential reader) any good.

As I expected, I devoted my afternoon work schedule to writing Maddieโs final email in which she gives Jim her flight information so he can grab a cab to John F. Kennedy International Airport and pick her up when she arrives in New York.
As usual, writing that single email ate up all of my scheduled work time โ I started it shortly before 2 PM, crafted two or three drafts and finished it at 4:15 PM.
Maddie to Jim, in Reunion: Coda
If it were up to me, darling, Iโd have chosen to fly home on the Concorde, but (a) that would be too expensive an option, even for a world-renowned orchestra such as the New York Philharmonic, and (b) the logistical realities wonโt allow it. Too many passengers, too much baggage for that type of plane. Pity. We could leap over the Pond so much faster, and I could be in your arms that much quicker.
Now, I have tried to not post the entire content of many of the Jim/Maddie emails to avoid spoiling any surprises, but hereโs Maddieโs final email from London in its current, unrevised version:

Subject: re: Eagerly Awaiting Your Return
My dearest Jim,
Hi, love! I hope you slept well โ no doubt with visions of me traipsing around in my black satin slip and not much else flitting through your head! โ and that youโre having as good a day as possible at work. Iโm glad that you had a wonderful repast last night; that Margarita Pizza from Patzeria does sound scrumptious. We should go there sometime after I get back to NYC.
Apropos of that, we just got our flight information for Fridayโs return trip. Weโll be jetting back to the States on British Airways flight BA175, which is scheduled to depart from Heathrow at 10:10 AM London time and should arrive at Kennedy International at 1:45 PM Eastern Standard Time. Alternately, if โ and I strongly emphasize the word if – thereโs an issue with the plane or weather, or even a schedule change, we might fly out on the second scheduled flight: BA177, which departs at 1:05 PM GMT and arrives at JFK at 4:35 PM.
If it were up to me, darling, Iโd have chosen to fly home on the Concorde, but (a) that would be too expensive an option, even for a world-renowned orchestra such as the New York Philharmonic, and (b) the logistical realities wonโt allow it. Too many passengers, too much baggage for that type of plane. Pity. We could leap over the Pond so much faster, and I could be in your arms that much quicker.
On the other hand, a transatlantic flight lasting eight hours and 35 minutes is still faster than the same voyage on a seaborne passenger liner. So, thereโs that.
Oh, my sweet, adorable Professor Jim! I donโt expect you to turn your teaching schedule topsy-turvy just for moi. Normally, Iโd just take a cab home from the airport: thatโs always been my SOP when Iโve traveled either for work โ as in this instance โ or to visit my relatives in the UK.
That having been said, thoughโฆIโd be delighted, absolutely delighted, if you could get a TA to cover for you so I can see, hug, and kiss you as soon as I clear Customs at JFK! Maybe Iโll wear that Victoriaโs Secret negligee โ and nothing else! โ under my London Fog gabardine overcoat โ just for you!
(Um, maybe that would not be either practical or properโฆbut it would be funโฆwink!)
Okay, okay. Iโll wear something lessโฆrevealing on the plane. I know that one of the guys in the string section fancies me, and though heโs usually professional and hasnโt โmade a moveโ on me, I wouldnโt want him to see what Iโm reserving for your eyes only. Especially since the flight is long, and he does tend to bend the elbow a bit overmuch when the flight attendants trot out the drink carts. Soโฆif you see a gal wearing a beige overcoat over jeans, a plaid blouse, and with her hair in a ponytail waving at you at the ARRIVALS section of the terminalโฆthatโll be me.
I have a confession to make: As artistically and professionally rewarding the taping of Mozart, Gershwin, and Anderson: Three Centuries of Music has been โ I mean, what musician worth his or her weight in salt wouldnโt want to record at Abbey Road? โ I have feltโฆincomplete without you, sweets. Weโve not known each other all that long, I know, and this gig has kept us apart at a time when we should have been out on a few dates. But, having heard of how you used to be in high school from my sister โ how I miss her so! โ and, of course, having spent some time with you, I know, truly know to the very core of my heart, that Iโve fallen head over heels in love.
Soโฆas much as I love my musical career, my fellow musicians, and my current employers at Lincoln Center/Avery Fisher Hallโฆand as good as it has been to see some of my relatives and childhood mates and โbirdsโโฆI am eager to get on that British Airways flight and return to New York โ and you.
Dearest, I promised my Aunt Violet that Iโd stop by her place for a โfarewellโ afternoon tea, and I am not quite dressed yet (Feel free to use your imagination!), so I must close for now. Rest assured, though, that you wonโt be far from my thoughts โ and be comforted knowing that weโll be together tomorrow afternoon!
I love you, Jim. Never, ever doubt that.
Ciaoโฆfor now.
With all of my love,
Your Maddie
MaddieMusica*97@hotmail.com
Sent: Thursday, March 9, 2000, 1:46 PM GMT
Note: This is an early draft version, so what you’re reading here may or may not reflect what will be in the published novel.

Maddieโs email was intended to be the penultimate one in the long chain of messages she trades with Jim in Chapter 12, and, ultimately, thatโs how it turns out. And since I was tired and hungry when I closed it with the simplified timestamp, I thought, Well, thatโs it for today. Iโll wrap the chapter up tomorrow with Jimโs reply, and then Iโll reserve Friday to do the inevitable re-reads, rewrites, and other fixes so I can start working on the next chapter on Monday afternoon.
Happily, after I ate an earlier-than-usual dinner at 5 PM and had rested my mind (and typing fingers) for a spell, I got my โsecond windโ and wrote the last email in The Big Smoke and the Big Apple: An Epistolary Chapter of Love and Music โ March 2000. That, of course, is Jimโs reply to the email youโve just read, but Iโm not sharing it here. Youโll just have to wait till Reunion; Coda is published and you can buy it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble Online, or special-order it from your favorite bookseller โ most bookstores with online storefronts, such as New York City-based Book Culture can get it from Kindle Direct Publishing.

I donโt need to tell you what Iโll be doing after my midday rest and lunch break.โYou know my workweek schedule well enough by now! ๐ I also donโt have any โbreaking newsโ to share with you today, so Iโll wrap this one up and say, as Maddie does in her last message in โThe One with the Emails,โ Ciao, for now.
[1] The novel follows Jim Garratyโs experiences in two periods of his life โ in one, he is a bright but awkward high school student in early 1980s South Florida, while in the other he is a thirtysomething history professor at Columbia University and a respected author of non-fiction military history books.
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4 responses to “On Writing & Storytelling: Reunion: Coda‘s Epistolary Chapter – ‘the One with the Emails’ – is DONE! ”
Congratulations ๐๐๐
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Thanks, but I’d like to see how well the chapter works within the context of the finished novel.
I do appreciate your enthusiasm and support. Plus, I’m glad I can now work on the next chapter.
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Congrats on finishing the chapter.
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It was a LONG slog, made even longer by the Big Move North. Thank you, Molly, for your kind words of support!
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