I want to.
I think I can. I also want to start book for real on the next book. For real. Today, at this moment, I have purpose. Hopefully it will still be there tomorrow.
And here's a rather negative review of Joe and Azat. But the review after my book (for Ted Rall's The Year of Loving Dangerously) is so bitter and caustic that it makes my book being called "forgettable" look like a compliment.