But I'm not one to complain.

Oh, my God. The pain.

Not that I'm whining.*

Anyway, all of sparksflyup.com has been changed and improved, including pages devoted to An Abundance of Katherines, anagrams, and the formula. I hope you like it. Your input is welcome.




*Although for the record it isn't really getting much better and I just feel miserable all the time and I'm left to try to explain to my teeth that I am supposed to be working extremely hard on a novel, which--as my teeth are presumably aware--is difficult to do when you have to take vicodin every night when the pain finally overwhelms you. That's no way to get a book finished, and aside from really wanting to write the book, and really missing the feeling of productivity that accompanies meaningful progress on the book, there is the small matter of needing to write the book in order to be paid for the book, which will in turn allow me to pay the oral surgeon who caused the pain in the first place. Physical pain is such a silly, trite, and useless thing, which is why there are so many more books about broken hearts of the figurative variety than about broken hearts of the literal variety. Something can be taken from a broken heart; absolutely nothing can be taken from a broken tooth. God, I do love to whine.