The end-of-book mirage

Sometimes late at night, I can see the end of Slanted Jack in the distance. The path to it is clear. I'm practically there.

Except, of course, that I'm not. I'm still about 23K words from the 110K words that Toni wants and that I promised to deliver, and I think the book might well run longer.

Even when I reach that goal, I'll just be done with the first pass. I'll then make at least three more, though they will go dramatically quicker than the first.

The vision I see truly is a mirage, an enticing one founded in reality, but an illusion nonetheless.

I can't help, however, but find it comforting.

Back to walking toward it.