Last night I put to bed, with a resonating thud, the last edits on Unmortal. The book is as done as it gets. All that remains between it sitting on my computer and being delivered to your screens and bookcases is the production process: cleaning up the typesetting, making sure the cover is properly assembled, and waiting for the Powers That Be to clear it for release. The easy stuff.
And on the whole, I'm very happy with it. It's another book that I think has crossed what I call the "80% Threshold" — where the final product is at least eighty percent of what I hoped it could become. Some of my books got to 90%; some fell to 70% or less. But with Unmortal I've now done three in a row that hit at least 80%. Good odds.
I suspect as I go on I will look less kindly on everything I've done just as a matter of course. Of the books I did in the first half of the Infinimata Days (back when it was the Genji Press days), only two of the five really hit 80% or better. The other three were missing more pieces than I originally realized, and have aged about as badly as a vintage 1974 corduroy jacket (with elbow patches and smoker's taint) in a used-clothing store. I don't hate them, but I do think there are far better places to start with my work. And only by staring the deficiencies right in the face can I figure out how to transcend them effectively.
What's next? I've ordered a proof copy of the print version, and am preparing the digital version in parallel. I should have sales links up by the very end of the year. Everyone on earth should buy six copies.