I finally did the math. Seven books in a year and a half. Tons of work, tons of stress, virtually every waking moment -- and many sleeping and sleepless ones -- devoted to one book, then another, then another... No one who isn't a writer can understand what that year and a half was like. Total immersion, barely coming up for air. Not whining, just saying. And, frankly, kind of smug.

All right, enough of that crap. On to the next one.