If one more person asks how my book is coming along I am going to vociferate in utter protest of their ignorance. Let me tell you how it's going. It's long, it's hard and offers only occasional glimmers of hope and excitment when a few words gel into a thought that someone might think about. It's basically turning into years of self doubt and deep angst. If you can picture the process it is my brain in my pajamas every night churning out words and hoping for the feeble attemp at order.
But it keeps coming... night after anguishing night.
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