It was nice to have Thanksgiving week to devote to finishing up the empty spots in the book and the hard spots. The hard spots were ultimately not that hard, because I allowed myself to do a crappy job, to be fixed later.
Then again, I refer you to every painting I've done for the last three years, and as you know I don't go back and fix the bad spots.
Gary immediately said "I want to read it," and I shut that down. It goes against my theory that if you want to do something, you have to do it really badly first.
What is remarkable is how much free time I have now. I am taking off for a few weeks. I might go in and fix quotation marks. (There are many quotation marks finished up with apostrophes. Or more often, less than signs, for some reason.)
My inner child and I had a cocktail of vodka, Chambord, and grape Kool-aid to celebrate.