P.O.D progress

Just a quick note updating  the Print On Demand editions of 'Patty's Flight' and 'Patty's War'.

I am expecting proof copies for 'Patty's War' to land very soon.
I made a few corrections to 'Patty's Flight' and have resubmitted. I expect to be able to order proof copies this weekend.

Stay Safe. :-)

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