And just like that... I'm done with my book. Finished, finessed, corrected... and delivered. I had to pull an all-nighter to bring it in on deadline. Started at 5:30AM yesterday, and finished at 10:45 this morning. But, like everything else in life, this too gets better with age. I don't know why, but working through the night was not that difficult. I hope this doesn't become a trend. But now that I've delivered my book to my publisher, I'm left with an odd feeling. Is this what mountain climbers feel like when they finally reach the summit? "Well then... that was nice, let's go get a pizza?" It brings to mind one of my favorite quotes: "It's the road, not the inn."