It is October, so I am watching baseball while I type. I know that October means pumpkin-everything to lots of you and changing leaves and cozy nights when the dark comes early. To me, it means the end of baseball, an ending that's been particularly harsh this year (now and forever: Let's Go O's).

However, October also often enough means I'm in prepublication mode because I have a book coming out in not very many months. And so it is this year: I have a new novel out January 23, 2024. It's called FAMILY FAMILY. It's about, well, family, as well as adoption (near and dear to my heart) and Broadway (ditto) and dream jobs (also ditto).

Post-season baseball is strange because the season is over, but in other ways the most important part is yet to come. This is true of 2023 too -- nearly over but with much of significance yet to play. And it is the state I find myself in with the book: it's out of my hands, but it's not yet into yours, and so...postseason book publishing: Done and still to come. Finished but full of change. Much of significance yet to play. I can't wait. I hope you'll love it.