The Fifth Man, A Novel. 100,000 words exactly (counting chapter headings). 366 pages. Edited through six drafts. Winnowed down from 500 pages of meandering dreck. Amped up with multiple layers of action and complexity. I wrote “The End…for now” yesterday at five o’clock and emailed it to my mentor, Sam, in time for him to download it to his computer before taking a limo to the airport and his flight to the London Book Fair. I’d actually finished it on Friday afternoon and spent most of the weekend compulsively pruning and searching for repeated words. After all of the years and angst I’ve expended on the book, I’d expected to be doing the Happy Dance around the kitchen as sOon as I lifted my…
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