My agent has given me a deadline: It is January 27th. I have to go back through the book one last time and tidy it up. I must ruthlessly eliminate errors and terminate typos. Wish me the best of luck! For I shall need it!
Cheer me on! Encourage me! Let’s turn this mother out, and get this book into the hands of potential publishers. You, my family, friends, and readers, are my lifelines.
(You knew I would milk the deadlines and lifelines thing for every last drop.)