How do we know that Steve’s working on a novel?
Because his red pens are running out of ink.
I knew when I said, “Hey, Ken, let’s write a book together!” that I should have had the foresight to say, “Hey, Ken, let’s write and edit a book together!”
The sad, perverted truth, though, is that I like this part.
(And yah, it’s clickable if you’re morbidly curious about my editorial self-evisceration. Good luck reading my handwriting, though — I could write prescriptions, I tell ya.)