Well, the book is finished…. almost.
Doing the final read through, and tweaking the typos etc. The last bit has been far more painful than writing the thing. Like marking homework. I had no idea just how much work and effort it would actually take.
Why I should be surprised that writing a book should involve sitting 12 to 16 hours a day just well, writing I don’t know. It’s like moving house. You look at it and think ‘that won’t take long! Nothing to it! Then 3 weeks later…..
Anyway its done. Twenty years of brothel keeping memoirs. Forty chapters of frisky fun and high jinks.
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