Baby, come back...

This is a picture of my creator.

She misses me.

She can't come back and have fun with me until she gets her other book written, and oh by the way turned in earlier than expected because the pub date was moved up to an earlier open spot, and on top of that the book title had to be changed at the last minute to something that makes her want to puke because it's a 1970s song she hates, which of course totally changed her attitude toward the story which she was struggling with anyway.

Because frankly she'd really rather be with me in Vegas.