The Writer Life

I typed The End this week. It’s an event that only happens once every two years, about as frequently as Tommy’s dental appointments. On Monday I typed a 100,000th word, then pounded out the end with a flourish, sat back, and waited. I waited for a sense of accomplishment and celebration, half-expecting the coffee shop proprietor to pat me on the shoulder and offer a marshmallow latte on the house. But really, when you consider the pounds of milk and coffee consumed on this...