The most common question I get these days is, “how’s your book?”
I think it is done. It is at the really, really tail end as far as writing is concerned. I have been re-reading it several times to keep myself happy with the arguments I made. Yes, there are several more feedback to come, and forever reading papers and books to convince myself of the stuff I wrote. But really, I don’t think I will make big changes to the document anymore.
Still, I keep editing it. I have lost track how many rounds of edit from front to back I have done. I keep telling myself, I am editing the manuscript closely to make it perfect. For this latest round, I am editing the penultimate chapter.
But maybe, I am forever editing it because I do not want it to end. After 5 or 6 years working on it, it has become a routine I am comfortable with. I do not want to break the routine.
Such a perverse incentive.
