My muse and I had an agreement last night. I would stay up and type until she got to a point in the book that she wasn’t sure about. What I didn’t understand when I made that agreement with her was that she pretty much knew the entire end of the book. She still does, but about 5 AM this morning the physical half of this pair, me, had to throw a flag on the play. Flag on the play for exhausting the writer in a happy can-I-keep-typing-fast-enough-for-my-Muse-way.

Yes, I needed to finish the book because the deadline is… Read More