A chain of events

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?