Ghostwriter Diaries – Not Really The End

Approximately ten minutes ago, I wrote the two most satisfying, thrilling, heart-breaking and terrifying words in the English language.

“The End”

I wrote them on the final page of book two of the ghostwriting project I’ve been chronicling here for, oh, it feels like years (possibly because it has been years). That means I’ve finished the first draft of a novel that’s at least half-mine, with the other half belonging to the editorial team at the book publisherswho hired me.

Writing “The End” is s...