“How do you know when you’re done?” It’s a question I often asked as a young writer, attending readings or panels featuring my heroes.
Sitting in the audience, basking in their brilliance, I figured they must know. They must have some Spidey-like sense of when whatever book they were promoting at the time didn’t need anything else. After all, there the book was next to them. Bound, with a nice cover, and a sticker price on it. Done, done.
I always figured the moment just occurred to them, and they’d stop, take a deep breath, close their laptop and smile, satisfied. For so long, I desperately wanted to reach that moment.
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