I just had a wave of happy, knowing that Edward Gorey existed. I am happy that his books are in my house, and I am happy that their perfectly weird, lovely twistiness has had a role in shaping my daughters’ quirky senses of humor.
That is all for now. I have two, slightly more prophetic posts churning in my brain, I have two upcoming meetings with book clubs workshopping the Release manuscript, and progress continues on the query front. I’ll keep you posted.