I'm late. The book (AIRS OF NIGHT AND SEA) was due July 1st. It's now done, and I'm two chapters away from the final revisions, and yet . . .
It's legendary among writers that we hate to come to the end of a story. We hate saying goodby to our beloved characters, to the world we've inhabited for however much time--three years, in this case--and we hate letting all of that go out of our hands into far less sympathetic ones! So, although I wrote like a demon (for me, anyway) and have apologized to my editor for being late,and have promised to have it in her hands by next week . . . still. I keep putting off that last look, that final touch.
Come on, Marley. (Well, Bishop.) Finish it. Send it. Move on.
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