Over the past two days, I have been involved in a massive editorial effort, getting my book ready for publication. I have decided to publish it for myself, via Lulu.com. Never have I loathed writing more than I do right now.
It's like some demented cavalry commander is running circles around my subconscious mind, burning things down. It's giving me nightmares.
Luckily, Nancy, a formidable editorial force in her own right, has decided to come to my rescue. Madam, I am at your disposal.
Now, I know how Lincoln must have felt when he found General Grant.
"I can't spare this man; he fights."
Except Nancy smokes better cigars. And she is a lot cuter.
Except Nancy smokes better cigars. And she is a lot cuter.
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