…is typing ‘the end’ on the last page of an 83,000-word revision of the fantasy novel that has been kicking my ass for fifteen years or more.
It’s going to beta readers tomorrow, then the agent and I will hash out what we want to do with it.
Tired. But happy.
Allow me to pour you something celebratory.
Thank you. One eensy shotglass of tequila, silver, because we’re a long, long way from done.