I couldn't be more excited today if I had won an award or had become a best-selling author. Such things leave me stunned and uncomfortable. The most you might get out of me is a leary sigh of relief.

But not today. I'm brimming with excitement.

After plucking, punching, and pulling on a heavy-laden plot, today, I start my final draft on book two.

I know, I know. I should be excited at the end of a book. Isn't everybody? Not me. And I accept that it may not be 'spiritually correct' to be so, ...