Wow, so the final edits to Killer Eyes, I just completed today. Still, I'll go over them again, and why not? I made tremendous improvements in the prose this last pass. I mean, whoa, the writing, I must say, on Killer Eyes is probably some of the best writing I've ever done. And I was so proud of Killer of Killers and The Vase. I dare say Killer Eyes surpasses them in pure quality of prose, storyline, plot, subplot, the whole deal. This is one great book if I don't say so myself.
It reminds me of the times I did a great piece of artwork. When I'm finally finished with it and step back and look at it, and then say, yeah, that's a great work of art. Or a great song I had composed. Just last night I listened to a song I wrote about ten years and dammit it was a great song.
So whether it's a drawing, painting, sculpture, or a song, when you finish a novel that you poured your heart and soul into, and the result is what you hoped for, then it's a great feeling that can't be matched by anything else. Unless you've had a child, I mean. Experiencing the births of my two sons does trump that. It trumps anything. But being an artist and making great art comes a close second.
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