Well, I've finally accepted the fact that, as things look now, I'm not going to be able to move to Seattle for another year. I mean, I'm still sending books off in hopes that someone will review one or pass one on to someone who can help me get some ka-ching in the cash register. But until I can get out of Maine, there's really very little I can do to get the word out that I haven't already done. And now I owe my folks so much money for publishing and books and postage, etc., and I can't leave Maine until I've paid them back (unless I want to be disowned that is). That puts me rather closer to the predicament that most of you teens are in - stuck where you don't want to be; unable to do what you want to do. I'm a 41 year old teenager. Depressing doesn't begin to describe how that feels. No offence, but I did this once already. Hey, at least now I can empathize even more with what you all are going through, right?

Things aren't totally hopeless. I've gotten the book into some pretty influential hands. If any one of them decides to help me out, I might start selling enough books to pay the debt off early. I know Jeff would say that I should assume that things are going to work out just the way I had planned them to and just soldier on. Easier said than done up here in the middle of No Gay Man's Land.

Anyway, I don't usually vent like this, but I thought, what the hell. At least it'll show you guys that I'm subject to the exact same worries and frustrations that you are. I appreciate having you guys around to interact with. It makes life up here a whole lot easier.

Ciao!