It's Out There

You know that big chunk of my heart that I cut out and pasted to a page and called an autobiography? Yeah?

Well, it's out there in the wide world, all by itself. Gone off to make it's fortune, or die trying.

For better or for worse, I've sent it to it's first publisher.

Thankfully, the editor I've sent it to is someone I know, respect and, more important, trust implicitly. That makes it a little easier. Slightly. Marginally. A tad.

So now I sit back and hope the silly thing impresses the devil out of the next person to read it.

If I'm this bad with a book, what will I ever do when Short Pants leaves for college?