
Or, perhaps, wanted to treat yourself to some
forbidden dainty - and known - just known
that you won't be able to stop eating?
That's a little like my
current position with Mourningtide. The story is nearly finished, it's almost
ready to go – but it just is not quite ready.
There are things to do, things that must
be done if I don't want to release a book that is not my best effort.

In the mean time, I can laugh at myself, plug in my laptop, fire up Scrivener (did I mention that I love it?), and make corrections, and add scenes that occur to me.
And I can commune with my editor.
Have I mentioned my editor? Everyone needs one, especially one like her. Even if she is a pain in the neck, she's about as charming as they come. ...and here she is!
I call her my 'attractive nuisance'. (Interesting legal concept: something that can cause a lot of annoyance, rage, damage, you name it, while being simply irresistible.) Notice the position of her posterior? Yes, on the pile of manuscript. That is her clever way of keeping me from hurrying too much.