I Apologize...

Why is it that dogs often look contrite but cats never?

...for the numerous typos in Bound. How did they sneak past me, even when it's been copyedited? That's because, my friends, I can't ever seem to leave a manuscript alone, tweaking this, fixing that. And that's how it happened. My fault, not my copyeditor's. I've been fixing them as Michael and my sister and a couple other friends discovered them, and it appears I can't seem to learn my lesson because I tried editing in the Kindle software and introduced even more mistakes. For example, I thought psychologists might be offended by my use of the term "shrink" so I replaced it in a hurry, misspelling it. Gah!  

This kind of carelessness is what gives self-publishing a bad name. Shoddy work. Upload. But lesson learned.

To the reviewers who rejected my book for the Catholic Writers Guild Seal of Approval, thank YOU, not only for mentioning the reason, but marking every typo you found. This is above and beyond the call of duty. Thank you for making it easier for me to find my typos.

I am thankful to all of you who are still willing to read anything I write. I've spent this Thanksgiving copyediting. Eating humble pie now...not a pumpkin or apple or pecan in sight. The one good thing about self-publishing is that I can fix my mistakes. Onwards!

But in good news, my interview with Daniel Island Life was published. It turned out beautifully! And the reaction from readers has been lovely, not a single word about my typos.