So now that the news about A Love Letter to Whiskey is out, I can tell y'all... I've been re-reading the manuscript, doing some edits to make sure it's in the best possible shape (without changing the story) when it goes out to bookstores. And... OH MY GOD? I... still fucking love them so much I want to die? Like my stomach is in knots, yet I'm giggling and kicking my feet, but I also want to scream and throw things, and I might vomit. I fucking love it. I'm so excited to ruin more lives. 😅