Stick a fork in it

My book is done.

Oh, not done done--there's still a couple of months of revisions to go through, and then there will be proofs to, ah, proof, and the like.

But it is written.

I just finished it.

Seven content chapters, an introduction, a conclusion. All finished. Acknowledgments have yet to be written. I may do an appendix of recipes (Miss Conduct's Healthy Soul Food Buffet for Guests with Multiple Allergies) if my editor likes that idea. I don't know how we're going to do references, yet.

It's done, it's not yet fully assembled or polished. But I am going to get what I hoped for--a week of lazing about, a week of NOT being Miss Conduct. I have posts from guest bloggers lined up for the rest of the week. I've turned in columns for two weeks in advance. I don't have to look at the book again until after Labor Day. I get to vacate.

Wow. People, I just finished a book, yo. It's 10 a.m. on a Sunday morning, and I just finished a book.

I might just walk down to Starbuck's and get the fanciest, ventiest, most expensive coffee drink on the menu.

(I don't think 10 a.m. is too early for champagne, if one has finished a book. But Mr. Improbable is returning from Austria tonight and I want to save that celebration for him. For now, a frappucino will do.)