September 9th, 2008



I finished a complete draft of "How the Pooka Came to New York." Just now. It has an epic battle with pigs in it and a Lady of the Shee who runs a saloon in Five Points, lunch free with two 5 cent beers. It's either pretty good or pretty bad, I can no longer tell which. But it's done, and that's the main thing.

Do all writers both love and hate the thing they just finished, or is it just me?