Allen sent me the cover design for West of Western today, so maybe I'll have Seraphy on Kindle soon. I hope.
Everything seems caught up in the hurry-up-and-wait process, and in the meantime it's spring here in the cornfields, flowers and trees and weedsa throwing themselves up out of black soil, baby rabbits munching around the yard, the attic full of breeding squirrels, and an enormous opossum making overtures to become a renter.
I'm trying to remember when I was excited about this book business. Was it really just last month? Ah. Right. Well, another week or so of yard tending and housecleaning and reading day and night, and I'll be ready to get on with it.
It being the final revision of Seraphy's second outing, in which she works on a lost church by Chicago architect Louis Sullivan and finds a body in a font and a secret WWII concentration camp journal.