It's snowing again. But last week the weather was warm, and I put on my barefoot shoes and went for an almost-barefoot run in the park. Have I mentioned that running barefoot in the grass is Epiphany and Nirvana and Halleluia rolled into one? Aahh....Bare feet. That's why I had to write a book about it. Which is still way too long. People keep asking me (since the revisions go on and on, Judah), how do you know when you're done? That's a REALLY good question. The answer on the current book is: not yet. It's not like I know anything. I just write because I can't help it. But I can tell I'm NOT done if I'm not happy with these things: *Plot. Problems? Does everything build to a climax? Does everything connect? Loose ends? * Characters/character traits. Do they talk in a way that a reader could recognize without dialogue tags? *End of chapte