Except For That One Time

I have a bad habit, when corresponding with people who don’t respond in a timely fashion, especially if they usually do respond in a timely fashion, to start thinking the worst has happened. I start thinking there was an emergency, an accident, maybe even death.

Basically, though, nothing ever happens. Of course! They’re just busy. Or they never saw it. Or, if they’re really smart, they just ignore me.

Except for that one time.

When my book came out (several years ago already), the publ...