The King Is Dead
Long live the king. Just a quick note to say that at 9:30 this morning, my editor dropped by my house on her bicycle, and I handed her this:
It’s the last chapter of The Magician King. No more drafts, no more revisions. It’s done.
I was supposed to have it to her by noon yesterday, but the night before I decided I wanted to read the whole book straight through, front to back, one more time. I wanted to make triple-sure the book read exactly how it should read, and said exactly what I wanted it to say.
That meant staying up all night and then spending the next day at Viking in a windowless conference room handing pages off to the production editor as I finished them.
Even at this late date there were changes. There are certain words I use way too much: just, even, actually, seemed, looked. Also if you’re in the basement of a house, and it’s summer, the furnace buy azithromycin 1g single dose probably isn’t running. And I noticed that the copy editor had changed a C.S. Lewis allusion to read “Farther up and farther in.”
I wanted to do it all in one day, but I had to relieve the nanny, so I kept the last chapter till this morning.
It’s an emotional thing for me. A lot has happened buy antibiotics during the two years I spent writing this book. Major things. I got married (to Sophie) and had a baby (Halcyon). We bought a house in Brooklyn, and we renovated it. (Still doing that actually.)
And I wrote a book. I’m not going to say it’s a better book than The Magicians, but I poured a hell of a lot into it. I used every trick I used in the last book, and I made up a whole set of new ones.
And now it’s done. Now on to more important things. Lily turns 7 today, and I’ve got a child to spoil.