Well it's off.
Now once again I hold my heart in my hands as the relentless mill wheel of destiny grinds ever onward.
Will my manuscript pass through it unscathed or will it be crushed under its remorseless tread?
Actually I'm hoping for the former of the two choices, but I'll take what comes.
Still haven't heard from this guy who's meant to be translating it for me.
Now that's a bad sign.