This morning FedEx arrived with a package from my editor. It contained the finished, physical hardcover edition of THE MASTER OF VERONA.
There will be plenty of time to pour through the book and find the type-setting infelicities and lost grace-notes – they will always be there, no matter how careful one is. But now is the time to appreciate the years of work and wait. I started the novel seven years ago this month. Now I have the finished book in my hands. This is a brief nonce that will never come again. Time to take a breath an enjoy the moment.
Thanks to everyone who has been a part of this, and here’s to many literary returns.
Cheers,
DB
