At the Expense of the Local Squirrels
Pinching myself. Knuckling my eye sockets. Still wondering if maybe I'm dreaming these numbers, or mixing up decimal points. (3,465 dollars? No, no, I'm sorry, dear sir, there's been a mistake: you have 34 dollars and 65 cents. Use them wisely!)
Really and truly: I thank you, dear backers, readers, co-conspirators, and friends (nearly 50 of you, from 9 different countries).
Cedar will indeed come into print this September. And Tomboy will, at long last, step out of my head and onto the page. What's more, as we three Cedar collaborators work on finishing the book over the course of the summer, we will never once have to consult an abacus, or fiddle with scratch paper and long division.
A privilege: to be able to, with meticulous care, see this edition through to the moment when that first offset-printed rucksack hardback is placed in our palm; and to never once have to ask: But can we afford the standard we deem essential?
If you've listened to the audio description of the project, you know about my personal "rocking chair test." Well, Cedar will pass that rocking chair test, and I will have you backers to thank for peace of mind down the road.
Lastly: Tomboy is so thrilled about coming into existence, that she'll be sending each of you a mortally concussed and inexpertly pickled squirrel at some point. She just needs to slingshot the poor dears, and then she'll be hustling down to the post office with your souvenir carcasses!