Waiting to edit a book is a scary proposition.  Waiting to edit a first book is more terrifying still.  And here we are, Judy and Julie, in this precarious position.  As for our part, we have dotted every i and crossed every t, and we're not very good at criticism, yet here we wait for the other shoe to fall.  What if no one picks up the shoe?  (the book)  Would anyone want to read it? Can the lives of two ordinary women catch the fancy of other ordinary women?  Wait, no one is ordinary. 

There is no murder in this book,  but plenty of deaths, no mayhem, but many left turns, no mystery, but wait.  Perhaps there is.

Can you wait until next March?