Foreword

When I first met Ian he was lying in a pool of his own vomit. I don't know that for a fact, because I met him online. Admittedly, lying in a pool of vomit might make it pretty hard to type. But he could have been. It was almost NaNoWriMo, after all. Weirder things have happened.

Our meeting was fate. While encouraging each other over National Novel Writing Month, 2007, we discovered an amazing number of similarities between us. The approximate ages of our children are the same. His wife's name is the feminized version of my husband's name. Ian and my husband have the same job title. The names of our respective states have almost the same number of Os.

Ian has been a great example to me in qualities I lack. He is fearless, prolific, tenacious. And if you don't read every word he writes, you can be sure he will beat you until you do. It will be for your own good. Such confidence he has!

Ah, Ian. Thank you for the lesson. When the facial swelling goes down I'll finish Enter the Jackrabbit, I swear.

Sherri Cornelius
February, 2008