fyi

A bit of my soul died this morning when I discovered my work would be garnished with a cover I find completely unacceptable. It puts me in a state of shock and confusion, but mostly, it reminds me who really owns me.

Well, they can't really own me, but they can own the heartless, pedantic work I scrawl for them. It is not me speaking...it is a dying, pathetic coward who lacks the spine to douse the stack of books with gas and set it aflame. Hopefully no one will judge this one by its cover.

To be clear. I have absolutely no problem with whatever anyone else puts on the cover of their books. I enjoy a good laugh as much as the next guy. I feel like I've been dressed in a land shark outfit, that's all.