If you were sitting on the fence, I apologize. If you ordered, I appreciate it. My backlog/wait-list has reached the limit that I’ve set for myself. Any longer and I lose sleep, throw up blood, and start trying to work 24-hours a day. Naw, it’s not really that bad.
I like to be booked far enough out to circumvent poverty, but not so slammed that I can’t work on other projects. Some would call me a lightweight. Hell, my friends call me worse.
I’m blessed to be busy. Thank you for all the orders.
I’d best get after it!