It seems that I have written all the words I can write vis á vis Lichtenbergianism: procrastination as a creative strategy.
Am I finished? I wish. I've sent out a cry for help to trusted friends and associates, begging them to read at least a chapter or two and give me their comments—because now that it's done, I'm doing that writer's thing where I wonder whether or not I did it right.
Soon, though, I will be ready to lay the book out and get it to the publisher, and then, then I can ABANDON it to your credit cards.
In the meantime, I can start getting serious about some ABORTIVE ATTEMPTS on the cover.