After a quick consultation with my publisher, we’re scrapping the original “aim for the 20th” date, since that’s a Friday, and go right for it. Thank God, because I can’t take anymore of this waiting stuff. Today, I give you . . . legs, boots, and a snappy skirt!
Tomorrow I give you . . . more stuff. Hair, maybe? Location, perhaps? Something even better, by chance? (I’m dying a slow death here.)