There were days I thought I wouldn’t finish, like in one of those dreams where the faster you walk, the faster the light seems to recede into the tunnel away from you. Wait, is that a real dream or a movie dream? Doesn’t matter. It was like that. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, vastly harder than training for a marathon. And it’s still not finished. Now, my editor at the publishing company will read it and edit it, and I’m sure I’ll have more work to do. But for now, I can breathe.