The finish line is in sight! (I find it kind of ironic that I'm continually using sports metaphors when I don't even like sports...) I'm not sure if I'm more terrified by that or excited. On the one hand, holy cow! How am I supposed to write the rest of this book in 10 days!? On the other hand, I'm going to have a finished (or very close to finished) manuscript at the end of this. A whole manuscript. One that I can print out and hold in my hands and carry around in my bag. Shoulder injury? Spinal curving? Who cares! What's a little damage to your body if it has been inflicted by a fatty manuscript that you wrote... all by yourself!