So, are you one of those who, when you approach the end of a novel, stretch it out as much as possible? Or once you’re within reach, do you greedily drive forward to the last page.
I’m pretty much a drive to the last page sort of reader. If I’m 30 pages away and it’s midnight, I’ll sit in my wife’s make-up chair in the bathroom and finish. Kate, on the other hand, is a “oh, no! I’m not ready for this book to end” kind of reader.
I guess, when it comes right down to it, it depends on the book.
One of the characteristics of a serialized book is that you don’t have the luxury of driving through to the end. You could read a couple of paragraphs a day of the last chapter and make it stretch out if you wanted to, but it doesn’t really lend itself to that treatment either.
Fear not: it’ll be available as a complete work before you know it. I have a few dozen comments to incorporate and then off to my proofreader to catch the last few bugs. “Few” being an exaggeration; there are at least a couple of hundred, and Stephanie will lovingly point out them all.
Just a last few loose ends remain to be tied up.
Tomorrow . . .