At 07:39 PM 11/30/2004 -0600, Johne Cook wrote: >I'd like to take a couple moments and reflect on this past month, but >I'm going to save that for later. For now, I'm sitting here in my >house watching the snow fall (first time this season), with a cold >Corona in my hand and two warm puppies in my lap. I am content. As of >today, I am a Novelist. I'm sitting here and soaking in that >revelation. Congratulations and best wishes. I'm on the far end of the spectrum -- took me most of my adult life to give myself permission _not_ to be a novelist. For some reason, the absence of any actual completed novels wasn't enough of a hint... Louann "like Rincewind was a wizard" Miller