Two things are happening right now. 1) I'm so far behind on all the little things. 2) I've turned into a total neurotic.
If you're waiting on IDW postcards, I haven't even created them yet which means I haven't ordered them yet which means they aren't anywhere close to being here so I can mail them. Couple weeks at the earliest.
If you're hoping for a paperback of IDW, I don't have a page count to give my artist yet, so she hasn't started on the print cover. End of March, maybe.
If I was supposed to send you anything else, I totally forgot. Email me.
If I was supposed to read your book and review it, I'm shooting for this weekend.
If your birthday is coming up and you haven't received anything from me yet, it's either on its way or I'm working on it. Or it's not and I'm not because I have forgotten.
If you were expecting a blog post, it's around here somewhere. Bear with me.
I'm hoping to have a couple weeks between uploading this book and receiving my edits back from the editor on Fertile Ground so I can pull my head out of my armpit.
On the neuroses front, I blame my need for my quarterly hormone shot and the impending release day. None of it is rational. I know I didn't piss off a bunch of people causing them to not want to talk to me... or did I? I know this book doesn't suck, that I don't suck, that everything will be okay. I know in my deep sane place that everything is exactly as it was before I began jones'n for hormones. And I will make it through this release in one piece. I just have to keep reminding myself.
So, if I'm quiet or not quite as positive as you might expect, it's totally me and not you. Now, please excuse me while I crawl back under my rock and finish this book.