Seriously– I was writing the Christmas letter. The weird part? It feels like a blog, except I use everybody’s real names. And I can’t swear. And I refer to my work with Dreamspinner Press as “niche romance” for the benefit of Mate’s extremely religious conservative family in New Mexico. And I didn’t mention Supernatural once.
A real post tomorrow, wherein I bitch about everything, including the breakdown of Western civilization. Nai Nai!
Didn't mention Supernatural? Are you okay?
Be nice, now. Those things are hard to write without sounding either a) boastful or b) whiny. And then you have to watch your language! Good luck.
Go ahead and boast about the kids. They're boastable! I look forward to getting this letter.
No Yummy Guys? What kind of letter is that?
Knowing you, you'll find a way to make it interesting and funny.