Nearing the end. I want to throw up so bad I can’t stand it.

I mean throw it up. Throw the damn book up on Amazon so it will be THERE.

So close. Now it has nothing to do with the story and everything to do with the damn book. I just want it done and up there and over with.

And it’s a novella!

Don’t get me wrong, I love this story. And don’t yell at me for the comma splice. It’s fun. It’s just so much fun. It’s got everything — heroine, hero, villain, ghosts, goddesses, shapeshifters, space ships, magic sunglasses.

Exclamation marks!

I mean, hey, why wouldn’t I want to just keep writing this thing 4Evah?

Because I want people to read it now. ¬†Will you think it’s funny where I tried to tell jokes? Will you cry in the places I cried when I wrote it? (there are a few). Will you believe in the world?

Oh, I just can’t WAIT to find out that someone read Space Junque and loved it. Or hated it, even! ha. Read me, Seymour!

But not yet. Just a few more miles to go before I sleep…