27 march 09
I always looked at writing a book as an activity with a discrete beginning, middle and end. A project about which you could sit back and say, "finished" and that was that. Like the Jack Nicolson character in As Good As it Gets, theatrically typing "finished' on his manual typewriter and and ripping the page from the roller. Or like the painter dabbing that last significant highlight onto the canvas. It isn't like that at all. Now I have to "push the book".

I'm not sure how to go about sending A Leg to Stand On off into the world. A party, a push on the backside, an exuberant wave, or as the Afghans do with a farewell throw of water? I'm looking at a map like a 16th century map of Africa--the interior empty, except the warning: here live cannibals.
--Michelle