Can’t write, I’m writing.

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!

0 thoughts on “Can’t write, I’m writing.”

  1. Didn't mention Supernatural? Are you okay?

  2. Donna Lee says:

    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.

  3. roxie says:

    Go ahead and boast about the kids. They're boastable! I look forward to getting this letter.

  4. Galad says:

    No Yummy Guys? What kind of letter is that?

    Knowing you, you'll find a way to make it interesting and funny.

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