That screech? Was me squeeing! Yup, my print copies of Personal Protection arrived. Yes, I picked one up and petted it, stroked it and hugged it. (I think Spike thought I was insane.)
I can't stop smiling as I look at the shelf above my computer ...
Notice a very special spine amongst the others there?
(The golden wooden spoon is a prize I got for plotting, of all things, at our last writers' getaway weekend in Collingwood. It's for 'stirring the plot' although officially on the bottom it says "Master Plot Mixer.")