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 Let's see, you're about to turn fifty-nine, entering into your sixtieth year; no way; yes it's true. Ok where are you? Oh yeah, had to file a writ in interests of the arts and that done can sleep knowing you tried--now what? Oh yeah, the novel; it's time to finish the novel; just a slim little book that says it all for everyone today and tomorrow. Unless I get hit by a bus it's coming Mr. Bezos and Mr. Musk and your followers, which is why I say you better hope I die.