Life goes on. Even though Science Fiction Trails is finito, a few book projects continue. It's in my role as publisher and de facto art director that I find my greatest sources of frustration. Working with flaky writers is nothing even close to dealing with artists. Half the time you give out an assignment, they agree to terms and you never hear from them again. The other half of the time you get something back that looks like it came from a sixth grade art class. Frustrating doesn't even begin to cover the nightmare of working with artists. One of these days I'm going to write a story about some art director who goes around some art academy killing all the students. It's just a fantasy I have. Well, I've decided the cover I just got wouldn't hold muster for a sixth grade art class--if they actually still had art in the sixth grade. And we'll try again with another artist.