So, you know it’s the beginning of flu season, right? Apparently, it’s also dental disaster season, and grown-up-son-forgetting-to-mention-he’s-coming-for-a-visit season. All those seasons coming one after the other has been a bit more than I could handle while trying to finalize the book.
As soon as I can stay awake for more than three hours at a time without coughing up bits of lung tissue, I’ll complete the final proofread, format the book, and get it out to the retailers. That’s how close it is. I’d give an exact date (after all, I do know exactly how many hours of work are left), but if I did, I’m pretty sure I’d be attacked by rabid wolves. Lately, the universe has worked like that.
Thank you for your patience. Please send warm chicken soup.