I just finished my seventh novel. A searing tale of loves labors, world domination, enlightened epiphanies and uproarious uproariousness. I hope. Like anyone who's ever written a book I'm feeling elated and apprehensive. Great to finish, gulp for the inevitable criticism. Let it be known criticism is a good thing. It has a negative connotation in our society, but without it the pursuit of excellence is a daydream. Still, I'd just as soon everybody loved everything I did. My d