It's Just A Job. Part 1, Angels

Remember my diatribe a few weeks ago, about the bloody pirates, when I said that I might have to quit writing because they were killing me?

Well, the pirates almost got their wish. So did J.A. Konrath.  By the skin of my teeth I just managed to pull through and didn't get the pleasure of telling Konrath he had his first proof.

My next royalty cheque wasn't quite as bad as the last, but it was bad enough that I had to get a job in a very big hurry.  Last week I started back at work at the...