My novel is running behind schedule, taken a very long time to complete. Life has changed when I started writing it I was only a writer, struggling but still just a writer, and now well, I’m so much more than a single casual word. Thinking it will be done by the end of this month. I sneak away to work on it like I’m sneaking smokes when I’m supposed to quit. And editing and being a good man, as well as the word “writer”, is as SAM Jackson says, a real mother fucker. Thanks for reading. peace.