Slamming on the brakes...at least for today

Every time I get near the end of a book, I freeze. My husband, the cowboy, has to assure me that yes, I will finish the damn book. And I will be mostly on time.  He gently leads me back to the manuscript and away from my casino slot games, reminding me of my task.And each time, I hate him for it.But today, since the book is in my gentle editor’s hands, and she’s even confirmed it’s receipt, I am feeling a little less animosity toward my true partner in crime. By the end of the week, I will have