But...and this is a big one...this marks the real, honest, official end of writing and publishing A Place of Safety. The most definite ending. I don't consider working up a paperback edition of the books as a continuation of the process. That's more graphics work and layout rearranging.
I do think I'd like to get feedback from people on typos so I can correct them for the paperback. And I may check around to see if there's someone similar to Ingram Spark who'll do them as a box set with a slipcase, since those guys won't. That would be perfect.
So I dropped off my expenses and invoices to the office, and nothing is on the schedule till me overseeing an archive repack and pickup in the UK. I won't be going, just working with a man who's helped me on other jobs, there. Like the humor library in Reading going to a university in Italy. And packing glass photographic plates to ship to the US from Swindon.
I'm trying to remember when it was I went to Stonehenge and stopped off at Old Sarum, just outside Salisbury. Used that to help me with finalizing David Martin, the fable I wrote that's too old for kids but too young for adults. Another book I poured a lot of money into and went nowhere.
I'd like to go back, but so much has changed, since then. The whole feeling of the world is looser and angrier and more difficult. Next time I go to the UK, I'll need a visa. Same for Ireland, since it's part of the EU. That is, unless I go before the end of June, when the new deal is supposed to take effect. But don't see that happening.
It saddens me, all of the bullshit being slung about. Change for no good reason except some assholes feel the need to prove they've got control...and are only showing how fucking incompetent they are.
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