So. You can buy my book, now. Y’know, if you want to. You might not want to, and that’s okay. I mean, the print version is very pretty and would just about arrive before Christmas if you wanted to buy it for someone. You might not want to, of course. I’m just saying, it would be the best gift anyone received from you this year. Much better than the pasta strainer you were thinking of. (I mean, really? What were you THINKING?)
Imagine if I’d decided to forgo the exclamation mark in this post’s title. That would have been stupid wouldn’t it? Heh heh. That would have said—heh heh—that would have made it look like—heh—like the proofs were— okay, yes that’s precisely what I did, but the point is that I caught it and I fixed it. Now, let’s forget about this whole mess and move on.
“What’s happening with the book, Matt?” no one asked.
Well, I’ll tell you, no one. It’s shittingly close to being ready now. So shittingly close, in fact, that I’m just waiting for the paperback proofs to arrive so I can give them what I hope will be one final review before I make them available to people’s bookshelves, kindles, iPads, phones, Nooks, crannies (that isn’t one), and whatever else people use to read stuff on these days.