It is deep, dark winter, and I too am in the winter of creating my publishing company. There is so much to be done and to learn. Today I am fighting with my Chinese book printers regarding the right colors for my books. It is a color war simply because my computer files do not speak the color language of the printing press. My spring greens turn puce. My cherry reds unripe and pale. Oh, if only we could use our eyes to see and our mouths to say: "Ah, that is the blue of which I have dreamed."