The book is done. I’ve written that now for the eighth time. I’ve finished eight novels. Or, at least, the first draft of the eighth has been written. It will be done done in a few weeks. And my second finished book this year, which is a first. That’s pretty wild, on...

The book will be done tomorrow. That would be on time according to my cowriter, which he swung by graciously pushing our release date, but a month late according to my own schedule. Getting it done any earlier than that, honestly, was going to be impossible. I don’t...

Two days away from finishing I think. I had the strange feeling today of that momentum carrying me across the finish line, and thinking back on all the times leading up to this where I worried I wouldn’t get here. Not a rational worry—I knew I would. Or…I knew I...