Not bugging The Eight for progress reports is hard. The kid on Christmas morning in me wants to blast a broadcast email message, a temptation thus far resisted. Besides it’s actually the Seven right now, as one manuscript is still in the mail. Must…resist..urge to check…package tracking.

Yet another lesson in letting go of outcome. That’s been a major problem for me throughout the writing process. I took the story as far as possible with minimal outside input and now is the time to allow other voices some sway. While I could pull a J.D. Salinger and invest another 9 years writing, that sort of gestation period is unacceptable. I don’t write classics; I write entertainment.

Hopefully, the fun of entries like these is that I’ve no clearer idea how the story will end than anyone stumbling across them.