I’ll be heading on up the the LA Times Festival of Books tomorrow, mostly trying to get the Picking Up the Ghost tip sheet in the hands of book buyers.
I’m in a funny space right now, the book is happening, not happened. I don’t have anything physical to prove that it exists, just the promise that it will.
I’m thinking about this too much.
See, this is why I’m not a salesman.

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