Book away!

'Tis done.

My finger was poised on the button, ready to mail off my completed manuscript to my J. S. Haldane story, when the post arrived. Fresh from New Zealand, a white envelope brought a new batch of materials from a wonderful trio of brothers who are the sons of one of Haldane's fromer colleagues, J. Ivon Graham. It's touching that Haldane conjures such devotion down through the generations that they got in touch, riffled through their family archives, and provided me with a good deal of illuminating material.

So it was later yesterday afternoon that my finger hit the button and the newly revised manuscript sailed through the ether to both agent and editor.

I found my closing lines in a letter from a colleague of Haldane's some weeks ago. They made me cry then, and I cried again as I penned them in and concluded the book. Haldane was a wondrous man. It's been a struggle and a joy to have spent these last years with him.