It is time to ship off my Fiction Project to Art House Gallery in Brooklyn, NY. I am rather anxious about it.
I know it is not such a big deal, but there is so much of me in it, that it feels a lot like walking naked in public, sending this off.
Of course, it has all the necessary evils of a book, the title page, dedication, prologue, and Introduction. All those pages we all skip over!
But here it is, such as it is.