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!
