Delete before you die

I often joke that I have deleted all of my fitful, first attempts at novels in fear that my wife might someday attempt to posthumously publish the drivel in order to make a buck.

It happens more often than you might expect.

And honestly, you would not want to read those first attempts.  They read like bad Dean Koontz novels, and I don't even like Dean Koontz.

It appears that I am not the only one wary  of posthumous publication.  Franz Kafka seemed well aware of it as well.  His last...