I gave the proof copy a thumbs-up. My book is just about ready. Stay tuned for publication announcement.

A website doesn’t feel like a poem. It feels like a black hole into which good intentions for the day disappear as I wrangle with internet lingo and the randomness of WordPress. I chase a pretty color and wake up five hours later with a page called Sarah Goes There and a pile of dirty dishes. The headache and hangry and time lost of starting a website is more like doing taxes than writing a poem.