To those of you generous enough to hurl your hard-earned faith into the roaring furnace that powers this ridiculous machine—thank you. Seriously. Your belief means I can keep writing without resorting to selling scented candles that smell like disappointment or reviewing sandwiches from gas stations. Hopefully, I don’t run out of stories, ideas, or basic coherence and end up owing you something—like a poem about garbage trucks or a dramatic reading of airport announcements. But knowing my luck, that’s probably next. Still, on we charge.