The book’s 50% submitted, and another vast chunk just needs re-write and massaging. As Steve Goldman put it, “Starting and finishing a book are great. Everything between is terrible.” I can’t wait to get this thing done.
Also, if I disappear and no one knows where I am, the publisher’s got me in a basement somewhere with an intern holding a gun to my head as I pound out the last chapters on a manual typewriter, the only thing that won’t short under the nervous sweat of an author under the gun. Don’t send help, they’re likely to be jittery.