Writing a book is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement; then it becomes a mistress, and then it becomes a master, and then a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster, and fling him out to the public.
We're about to fling the monster out to the public. That's why I haven't been blogging lately. I'm determined not to blog until the monster is gone--tomorrow! (Maybe)