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And just like that, Jaina Jacen is on her own.
It’s a whirlwind ten days of Gretchen getting me up to speed with where the business is at, showing me the social media ropes, introducing me to the new webmaster handling Jaina’s online forums and all the other folks who make these books saleable. We interview and hire a college intern—Liesl, an English major from Portland State—to help out so I can focus on writing.
Which means I spend a lot of time in my room staring out the window at the brick building next to us because every sentence I start sounds ridiculous. You know, if you stare at something long enough, faces and shapes start to form, likely conspiring against you. A rather interesting hole between two bricks could fit a tiny camera—is that where the government is spying on me
