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After months of writing alone in my dank little cupboard, lighting pine-scented candles to wash away the stink of circumspection, I found myself wanting to be distracted. Perhaps it was the light and the air and the sound of children laughing outside as they smacked the pavement with rubber balls and the street signs with rocks.

I scrabbled through the discarded threads of my correspondence. Maybe if I reached for the outside world in this way, it would respond to me -- rather than gracing my Inbox with nihilist gifts of the bottomless Zero.

The light reached out of my screen, held my shoulders with both hands.

"Yes," it said. "It's worth a shot."

To sum,

I HAVE THE COVER ILLUSTRATOR I WANTED GLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

NOTE TO SELF IF PUBLISHER SAYS THAT IT'S OK TO CONTACT HER IN MORE WAYS THAN JUST EMAIL IT IS ACTUALLY OK