Life is very odd. Tyler and I were at lunch the other day and he said, "If you are really going to make a living at this you need to be thinking about setting up the next book deal." I just got off the phone with a women whose son beat a rare form of cancer. She's not a writer, but she feels that before she dies she wants his story told. She travels for a living so we have a meeting scheduled for the seventeenth, when she's next in town, to hammer out the prelims of my second book deal.