Once an author reaches the typeset stage, it's almost like completing a marathon. Well, let me back up . . . since I've never ran a marathon (I peter out around 3 miles), I'll compare it to cleaning your entire house in a single day. Wait, I haven't done that either.
Forget the analogies, I'll just say it straight up.
Reaching the typeset stage is like starting a book in July; writing like a maniac for about 2-3 hours a day; finishing draft one in November; anxiously waiting for feedback from your notoriously honest critique group; submitting in December; holding your breath for 8 weeks straight, all the while editing; finding out it's accepted in February; working on rewrites and trying not to light a match to your computer; working with the editor, 2 copyeditors, 2 proofers; and finally, reading the typeset.
It's almost time to celebrate--to shake off 11 1/2 months of work and look at the surroundings that you've ignored over the past 4 seasons. Hey, how did my walls get so yellow? Did I really choose that paint color?
And what will I do to celebrate? Clean out my office, dust off the bookshelves, turn on the computer, and start on the next book.