Remember that robot from Lost in Space who was always warning Will Robinson about impending danger? Will Robinson rarely listened to him and that's when the robot would fling his arms out in surrender like you see pictured above. I don't need a robot to tell me there's danger in my neighborhood. The space-time continuum is driving me crazy. The robot is yelling, "danger, danger." I'm not listening. If Mr. Spock were still around he would be calculating the precise number of minutes left to my book release date and he would say, "it's illogical." Good thing I'm an optimist. I do my best work under pressure. Stay tuned. I'll be out of my cave on May 1. Have a great day.
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