Homestretch

The editor called yesterday to ask, "How's the book coming along?" (ie: why haven't you sent me a draft by now?)

I told her, "Give me a few more days and I'll have a first draft for you. I'm in the homestretch now."

Actually, killing off a book is tough business. Most books refuse to die with elegance or dignity. And, when you're just trying to meet a deadline, it gets even tougher.

The happiest day is when the book is finally complete, it's "in the mail" (or attached to email today) and I get my life back.

If I'm not finished in a couple of weeks, I'm going to toss my computer out the window.