But soon I will begin writing a new book! Which always creates a strange sort of anticipation. Craziness, really. Because I know what’s coming, and I still throw myself into the whole mess—wholeheartedly, with affection and excitement. Which is part of the adventure, I guess.
You know how it works: Stage One will be fantastic, glowing, full of that lovely thrill that comes from exploring a new, wild, and woolly land—and then I’ll hit the equivalent of Death Valley, low on water, absolutely no food, the sun scorching my brain with hallucinations (Stage Two by the way)—and I’ll think, “Oh…darn.”
And then there’s Stage Three. I believe you all know what that is.
Right. Off I go.