Takes magic of all kinds to get to the end. Over here in my corner of the world, I’ve just dropped a house on half of my novel, and now I’m going to go outside and see where I am. The problem is that I’m not as innocent as Dorothy (meaning I dropped the house on purpose, people!) and my little dog would rather sleep on the sofa.

Of course, what I’m wishing is that when I get to the Emerald City there’s going to be a welcoming agent at the gate and a sparkling publisher inside. And would I melt someone to get their attention? I just might.