My friend, Jay, has just emailed me. (I am sipping my coffee, just brewed, and I am cutting and pasting his email in my blog): Soon to see my book ready. The final proof being reviewed. A minor correction before I agree to setting it for publication.
It is his poetry manuscript entitled Land’s End. It is about 80 pages in length.
Here’s luck to him. (Why shouldn’t I wish him luck? Why should I? I really should know the answers to these questions, even if they are only possible answers, not answers exactly by me, but by an imagined other, or me in another context, another position, another supposition . . . no?)
Success, my friend.
The Falling Leaf Review 