I have just finished typing the last chapters of The Witch Box and sending them to Susan for editing.
What a struggle this was! No end of obstacles, one by one, two by two–and that’s why it took so long.
This might be my best book. Then again, it might totally fall flat. I have no way of knowing. My books are my babies. I prepare them as best I can and then send them out into the world.
And now I need a rest.
P.S.–I have no idea what those boxes down below are for. I’ve never seen them before.