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I feel like an archaeologist who’s been intently pecking away at the stone for who knows how long, he finally breaks through into the Lost Tomb… and there’s nothing there. Just an empty room.
I worked so hard to wrap up Ozias, Prince in Peril, which I did just a few days ago. The labor was intense.
And suddenly it’s done and suddenly I don’t have a book to write. It’s a very oogy feeling, almost impossible to describe. And I can’t just start the next one because, folks, it doesn’t work that way. It’d burn my brain out if I tried.
As for writing about the nooze… Well, if that doesn’t give you the blahs after a while, I don’t know what will. Is there a place for a superhero with an infinite tolerance for boredom?
Obviously I need a rest. If I could only remember how to do that…
Congratulations on finishing your book, Mr. Lee Duigon.
Now, if we could just get the paper off the ships and out of the warehouses, we might be able to publish my books…
How many books do you still have to publish, sir?
Let’s see… 1. Behold! 2. The Ocean of Time 3. Ozias, Prince in Peril
They must be equally fascinating stories.
Congrats on finishing! Take a break. God see Jesus Revolution.
Congratulations, is the order of the day.
Thanks for all your years of hard work! You have created a marvelous legacy in your books that will be enjoyed by many generations to come.
Gee, Heidi, I hope so. Doesn’t look like I’m gonna get too far while I’m alive.