July 26, 2006



Congrats, congrats, congrats!

Excited for you...


I think the first question that comes to mind is,
Are we looking at a "the Shining" kind of stack of paper?


A thick ms like that has a beauty all its own. You should be very proud. Congrats!


Huzzah! Huzzah! As always, if you need a critical reader, I'm here.

Dan Wickett

Way to go Mark! Now all you need is to find some interested publisher ...


Dude! Congratulations! That counts for at least a dozen criteriums!

Dave Worsley

Congratulations, Mark. You've earned at least some celebratory style points. The book looks beautiful.

Shauna McKenna

Congratulations, Mark! Good on you...

Jim Harmon

Congrats, Mark.
I know what it feels like. I'm on my first cover-to-cover edit/revision/re-write of my completed first novel. I'm a long-reader of TEV and can't wait for the completed Banville interview (he's been one of my favorites long before we all knew anything about the 'internets').

Michael O'Donnell

I'd be interested to learn how you selected your small circle of readers. I'm into similar business these days (halfway done with my own manuscript), and aside from my wife, no one has seen any of it. Picking whose eyes to use seems like it will be a tricky task.

And of course, as I should have said right off, congratulations.


Hooray! What a beautiful stack of paper.

Jim Ruland

Smart Water does not a celebration make, amigo. Congratulations on completing the alpine stage. Here's to a smooth cruise to the finish line.

Janet and Boz



Congrats! It's such a great feeling to finish a draft. Good luck with it!


By the way, what's the word count on that thing?

For those of us who might be nurturing a slight case of manuscript-envy...


Go You Good Thing (antique Australian exhortation.) I thought it couldn't be that far off...


Long-timer lurker de-lurking for a moment to wish congratulations. I just finished my own novel, so I can relate to how good it must feel. So, congrats, congrats, and more congrats. It is a beautiful stack of paper, indeed!

(Like Justine, I'm curious about the word count, too. Manuscript-envy is definitely the right word.)

Jimmy Beck

Listen, I don't wanna be the turd in the punch bowl here, but I'd like to know what your testosterone-to-epitestosterone numbers were during the writing of this book.


Please encase that sucker in acrylic, I need a new large paperweight...

Congrats, mate!


Christian Bauman

Congrats, Mark. No other feeling like it. Best of luck.


Mark! Wow, that's how many years of your life in that stack of paper? Good for you! I'd love to read it when you decide to share it with the rest of us. Congrats! Congrats! Congrats!


Just back from my dinner in Chicago ... Thanks so much to all of you!! I appreciate the kind words all around.

To answer questions: 79,000 words (16 chapters); My circle of readers is a close group of writers who (a) have experience writing novels and (b) can be trusted to be totally honest; just under three years; and Jimmy, my T/E levels are off the charts all the time ...

Thanks again, everyone ... so nice to hear from you all!


Good for you, Mark. What an accomplishment. What a great story you have. I can't wait to read your finished work.


Congrats, Mark! This is such great news.

Jaime Paredes

Finished your tome, huh? Good job! So tell me, who gets the girl?



Jaime Paredes

Finished your tome, huh? Good job! So tell me, who gets the girl?




Hi, just saw this! My, it looks fat! Good on you!

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