One of the things I say often when someone asks me if I'm done with a project is, "Nothing's ever final until it's published." And even then, pretty much everything is subject to change. I still find typos in books I published years ago. Sometimes, I go through the hassle of republishing to fix them, but mostly I don't. I'm human. I'm not perfect. Sorry if you happen upon one of those mistakes. I do try my best to eliminate them before publication. One thing that has the annoying habit of frequency for this perfectionist, though, is the evolution of my artwork over the course of writing a book.

We're not supposed to embrace favoritism, right? It's frowned upon in most corners of society, seen as exclusive, and can even be considered a type of discrimination. But it's also intrinsic to human nature to have favorites and prioritize the things we favor. We are selfish creatures, after all, and nothing satisfies quite like good, old-fashioned indulgence. In the spirit of such gluttony, let's press on for a feast of artwork.