Leave it to Stephen.

Turns out I have been doing myself a terrible disservice out of sheer laziness. Yep. An honest-to-goodness deadly sin. I'm certain it's the reason for the drag in sales of What Happened on Smith Street.

Ahhh. Did you see that? Can you guess what the aforementioned "terrible disservice" is?

I have been abbreviating (Is "acronymating" a word? Well, no...and in fact it seems to connote that two consenting and responsible adult acronyms have decided they love each other very much and would like to make baby acronyms. Oh, but "acronyming" is, in fact, a word! I don't know; still sounds like two made-up words are getting ready to do the nasty, to me.)

Uh-oh...ummmmm.... Oh, yes! I have been acronyming the titles of my novels, thereby drastically reducing the number of results that would be yielded by an Internet search on them.

Shucks.

My good friend and personal book designer Stephen Cullar-Ledford pointed this out. He's not merely a book designer, of course. He's a brilliant graphics designer who is about to abandon me and get his MBA. Did I mention he's insanely smart?

I will correct this error, going forward. As for On the Way to Someplace Else, it's still in review. I've had feedback from two members of the brain trust, so far. Initial comments are positive.

I'll keep you posted. It's sort of what I do, after all.