Done, done, done, done, fucking well done!
Underground is its official title and it’s 407 pages on screen, 98,000 words in length–the shortest Greywalker novel first draft to date by almost 10,000 words. I was up until 4 a.m. with the last chapter and wrestled the Epilogue today for several hours. But it’s done.
Except for a quick read-through, spot-check for continuity, some tweaks, and a spell-check. Then it’s into the printer, off to the Post and onward to New York (and London.) At the moment I’m tempted to say “don’t let the post-flap hit you in the pulpy ass on your way out!” But I won’t. Eventually, maybe I won’t feel such disgust for this book, but right now it’s like The Man Who Came to Dinner. Get ye gone, Monty Wooley!