So I got this email a couple years ago.
And I followed Tess’s advice, and I bought the manuscript, and Kate worked like crazy on it.
And for a while I thought this guy:
Was as imaginary as this guy:
Kate straightened me out eventually, and she still liked me enough that she told me about this stuff:
Which tastes way better than it photographs.
Eventually, we published this last spring:
And it went pretty well (⋆⋆⋆⋆, etc.).
And then today this happened.
Good year, eh?