(a.k.a. The Month That Looked at May and Said “Hold My Iced Coffee”) June didn’t arrive so much as it slid into my inbox wearing sunglasses, sunscreen, and carrying a to‑do list I definitely didn’t agree to. It had that smug “I have plans” expression before the calendar even flipped, and honestly, it wasn’t wrong. If May was loud, June was hot and caffeinated. This month was a blur of publishing deadlines, author wrangling, metadata updates, formatting marathons, hosting the