Thanks, everyone, for putting up with my literary crying jag. I'm better now; ForeWord Magazine just let me know that they're publishing a review of SO THIS IS LOVE and I'm taking out an ad and building a new website. This will be the second review of this e-book, so I guess that means somebody likes it -- somebody in a position to publicize it. I am pretty excited.

I formed my own publishing company to do these projects because I couldn't take any more rejection slips. I once wrote a novel, sent it around to publishers, and finally fed it to the shredder because the entire experience was so disheartening. At least I am in control now.

Karen, I am intrigued by your relationship to therapy. And what an awful thing for your supervisor to say to you! Back in the 70's I was a psych major and was studying to be a therapist, to the point of doing an internship in a children's behavioral unit during my senior year.

I decided not to pursue graduate school or a psych career because I could not detach myself from the problems of those kids; they kept me awake at night and stressed me out, aggravating what I would later find out was a chronic state of depression. Little did I know that my own son would require lifelong intervention ... I am grateful for my training, though. Your book looks interesting.

Going on vacation now, be back after Thanksgiving!