My running theory was that Harry Dresden had somehow fallen through a rift in space-time and encountered Jim, just like Roland of Gilead did with Stephen King. Only instead of encouraging Jim to write more, Dresden’s been doing everything he can do to stop him. The Laws of Nature between creator and creation stop Harry from actually hurting Jim, but Harry is Harry. The poor man’s probably been through several dozen laptops, desktops, and game consoles just due to wizard interference – and when he does get a chance to write, shivering with cold and using pen and paper by candlelight, Harry is always there, slowly and methodically reciting the entire script of A New Hope.
Over.
And over.
And over.
On a serious note: Jim, if you read this (because wow, he actually goes on this forum!) take all the time you need. I’ll be there whenever it comes out. If every book in the future takes a bit longer, no problem at all. I love your work and am thrilled with everything we’ve received thus far.
And though I may be murdered by all of the fans who are currently dying for Peace Talks, I will just throw out that if you feel like you really need to write the The Olympian Affair now to make you happy, I am 100% down for that. We all need a little bit more Rowl in our lives.