Waking Up Under a Wet Blanket

[This first appeared on my “Curious Man” blog some years ago, and I think, it still rings funny and true. I’ve published two novels and believe me I know whereof I speak.]

At last, you’ve done it: You’ve typed “The End.”

Your novel, A Million Little Pieces with Vampires, is finished. Go on . . . go ahead . . . relax! Fall lazily into that barcalounger and never lift another finger in…