Finished the rewrites of IN THIS RAIN based on the first round of my editor's notes. Delivered it yesterday. As usual, a brief flash of relief, now depressed, like an actor when a show closes. Not that it's done: there'll be another major round and then copy edits, etc. And already I can see some more stuff I want to do. But I'm not touching it for another few days. Cleaning up; doing the laundry; sorting through books and papers I've let just pile up these last few months. (No, the laundry hasn't been piling up that long!) Georges Simenon used to say he felt miserable, feverish and out-of-sorts the whole time he was working on a book. The only time he felt worse, he said, was when he wasn't working on a book.