That guy up there and I have something in common. Okay, we’re different genders and I’m way cuter and younger, but he has the fever and so do I. He’s digging and panning for gold and so am I. His thirst is quenched by a yellow precious metal and mine is quenched by seeing my book in print. It is for this reason I bid you adieu until next week, while I labour over my little story in the same spirit of optimism as a miner 49er panning in the river. Until then, be good to yourselves and spread the love and good feeling to other struggling and toiling scribes who hanker for a wedge of that publishing pie. Au revoir mes amis, à bientôt!