Ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a novel. Weighing in at over 57,000 words, this should be enough WOOL to cover you from your chin to your toes. Any hesitation with charging more is gone; I worked my butt silly on this manuscript. It’s gonna be a steal at $2.99 (and there’s a PayPal button for those of you who agree).

Rather than take a break, I’m sitting down in front of Indesign to paginate the interior. This still allows me to correct the occasional typo I stumble across, but it gets me one step closer to ordering a proof. Once I’m done, it’ll be time to format the Kindle edition. I see wrapping this up by the end of this week, seeing a proof sometime next week, then having a week of watching you squirm until she’s live on Amazon.

This is a huge day, I have to tell you. Finishing the last book in a story line is a billion times more rewarding than finishing one of the middle guys. There’s a sense of completion here that is difficult to appreciate. All of the crippling expectations I place on myself are gone. I’m thrilled with the final product. Now I just get to sit back and read the bad reviews.

And the good ones, of course. I read those as well.