That’s a Wrap

Here’s a bit of trivia for you. If the published book ever makes it into your hands and you ever get to the last two pages, you’ll know that final “scene” took place today, Friday, May 4, 2007.

That’s right. Today is the day I actually finished writing the book.

Of course, being finished is not the same thing as being done. If this were a movie, I would say I just completed principal photography. The scenes have all been filmed and the actors can go home and cash their well-earned paychecks. (Unlike this poor author, who must now wait months (or years (or forever)) before ever seeing a dollar.)

Worse than that, though, is that now the real work starts: proof-reading, editing, rewriting, printing, marketing, sales, distribution, publicity…


Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’m ready for all this.

And about that ending. I know it’s a bit odd to talk about the end of a book before it’s even published, but since the title of the book clearly states it won’t help you on your next diet, I don’t think I’m spoiling anything.

I originally had great hopes for ending the book on an uplifting and inspirational high note. After all, diet books aren’t supposed to be depressing. My original brilliant plan went something like this: 1) Prepare the reader by vividly painting what a pathetic state I’d reached; 2) Deliver the payoff by telling how my latest and greatest wonder-diet let me eat all my favorite foods while the weight just melted away. I would triumphantly conclude by proclaiming to the world those inspirational words every dieter yearns to hear, “If I can do it, anyone can do it!”

Blah, blah, blah…

As you’ve guessed, it didn’t quite turn out like that. But life goes on. And what have I done in the time since? Well, that’s just what this blog is for, since I highly doubt there will ever be a sequel. (That is to say, it’s kind of hard to have a sequel when the first book technically doesn’t even exist yet.)

So that’s that. I’ll let you know if … hey … wait a second. Is that my leftover Kung Pao Chicken calling? I think so. I’d better get back to the fridge. Later…