or even if he doesn't, I'm starting in on the final draft. I'm still not sure if the whole thing works as a dramatic whole, rather than a collection of affecting short stories, but I'm at the point where I'm ready to be done with it, regardless. It's been tough, at times, to see the forest for the trees, but I'm not ashamed of the (almost) finished product.
So I'm not winning a Pulitzer or getting on Oprah. I very well might get published, and then what? I've got a second book planned, either way. It's going to touch on many of Champions' themes, but I'd like to empty out all the cynicism and negativity and just write something really honest, beautiful, and sad.
Swinging for the fences, as always. Either hit a home run or strike out.
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