This kind of thing often happens in the publishing world. The author (me) is late getting the manuscript done for one reason or another ( I am taking Legal Writing and Research to enhance my abilities to help the law students in reference and my mind is currently being bent into a pretzel - ouch is the word, but it is a good ouch, like a new yoga pose), or the publisher changes editors (not happening here), or the illustrator breaks her wrist grabbing her two year old out of the way of her four year old who is pretending to be a bulldozer (also not likely here), or the printer has had a flood and all their paper is soaked and on drying racks so the publisher has to wait for a sunny day and the paper to dry out (remote, but not impossible), or the truck delivering the goods to market has a flat (I might have a flat on my bike bringing the book over to donate it to the library, but I can still walk the distance, so no worries there). It is just the way of things.
And if the e-book kiddies out there are feeling smug just remember you also have authors who have lives, and uploads that get eaten, and digital jigjags, and incompatible files. Oh, and the battery on your e-book reader just died and you have a flat tire and can't get home to plug it in. Too bad it doesn't have a little solar panel, you could hang it up with the paper.
When my brain has been thoroughly lawified I will get back to the manuscript of George Cecil Harris and his memorable fender. Don't give up hope, I am only o
n the closed memo.
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