I am panicking now. Please don’t be concerned. This is normal for this phase of the process. We are eight weeks from delivery, so (1) I believe that I’ll never get everything read, and (2) my ability to recognise a good story has completely deserted me. Both of these are true, of course, but I’ve developed strategies to cope. Please free to ignore any irrational burblings here on the blog between now and October 24. Anything after October 24 will be genuine panic, and can be treated with judicious applications of single malt scotch.
