Something has gone terribly wrong

Once or twice, when I was a kid, I ran away from a T-Rex. I got inside just in time to press a double-hung door closed with my back. The ground shook with each step the dinosaur took towards me, but it became even scarier when the world fell silent. I woke up from the nightmare each time (apologies for the writing-cliché) with a pounding heart and concern that the beast would be right outside if I was brave enough to go look.Fear of a beast is also what this peek behind the submission-curtain felt like to me, except the T-Rex was just the fear I would somehow massively fuck up, and Foofaraw’s downfall would have my initials scrawled in the rubble. Naturally, much like being chased by a dinosaur, that was highly unlikely—which I can only thank Kevin for. He placed an insane amount of trust in me, and still did most of the work (thank you, king!), never once throwing me to the dinosaurs. You can also thank him for the tidbit about my nightmare; it was his idea I include it in the intro…