Copy edits and Foreign Soil.

 A couple of days ago the UPS driver braved the icy moguls of the driveway, rang the bell and deposited this on my doorstep:





Inside this dirty, bedraggled paper sack is my manuscript for Warped, complete with copy edit marks. The poor thing looks like it walked it here by itself. It's been on some kind of death march from 1745 Broadway to Maine, and apparently got run over by some New York cabbies to boot.
 
But the contents were unscathed- by the delivery I mean. They were scathed plenty by the...