The long-awaited answer to: “So how’s that stupid book coming along?”
In a word, it’s done. That’s right, it’s finished. Finito! That is to say, I’m done writing the first draft of the “content.” Yes, after five long months, I’ve managed to commit exactly 35,247 English words and over 2,000 mostly readable sentences onto digital parchment for you, posterity, and the Ages.
It’s been “a labor of love” only in that I would love for it to be over already.
Sadly, it’s not. There’s still a lot of non-writing work to be done—“editing,” I believe they call it—and that will no doubt be a tedious slog of time-sucking tedium.
Though most of this tome veritably poured fully formed from my brain like the Goddess Athena from the split-open noggin of Zeus—there are nonetheless many unanswered questions about the content yet to be answered.
Questions like: Are the words I’ve chosen, the best words? Do they build a logical, cogent and compelling argument with a singular focus derived from incontrovertible human truths? Failing that, do they at least form complete sentences?
Frankly, the odds aren’t good.
One of my editors recently asked to discuss the book with me but insisted that we meet in a well-lit, public place near a police station. After street vendor doughnuts and vodka, she called my submission “the literary equivalent of dumping seven shoeboxes full of loose, food-stained receipts on your tax accountant’s desk.”
So the book might still need some…you know, “polishing.”