I finished another rough draft novel last night. And when I say rough draft, I really mean I have pieced it together at a rate of about 500 words a night, about two nights per Canto (What Mickey inexplicably calls a chapter), with revisions and editing already complete. Of course, there is no such thing as a final draft. The majority of my novels have been plotted and planned and created over the last 40 years of my life. I will continue twiddling, correcting, and messing with all of my novels until I drop dead. But this draft I just finished is actually 95% finished and almost ready for publication. The books I have lined up now for a final effort are Recipes for Gingerbread Children, The Baby Werewolf, and finally including Sing Sad Songs. Look for all three of them soon.