My weekly post is up over at the League of Reluctant Adults, and though it's short, I think you'll agree it's potent and life affirming. Or a big piece of crap. Either way, I'm jumping back into the manuscript early. Have to be done by 4:00. Caroline and I are doing a nice dinner and then heading over to the University Bookstore to hear dirty little devil stories from Richelle Mead and Lilith Saintcrow and then party like it's 1999, that's right, retro style.
Plus! This time I'm going to be in control of the damned camera. Now you'll see the real debauchery that takes place at these so-called "author events". It's sure to be scandalous!
That's it. I'm out.