Puppy, Car, Snow, and Squish

 Oh my Goddess– you KNOW it’s been a big week when I almost miss my own book release.  Seriously– I almost completely forgot!  Puppy, Car, and Snow is coming out, and besides really loving the simplicity and charm of the cover, I’m sort of pleased by the story as a whole.   It was a request, actually, and I’m always sort of thrilled to do those!  Elizabeth, my publisher at Dreamspinner, really sort of loved my first guys.  Jace and Quent from Gambling Men have their own novel coming out in May, and that’s a WHOLE other story, but Ryan and Scotty, who also showed up in the Curious Anthology in the short story, “Shirt”, were also favorites.  Yeah, they got their own story in Phonebook, but Elizabeth wanted to see more of them, and she wanted to see them for Christmas.  (She’s done this with a couple of authors, I think– Mary Calmes and Isabelle Rowan and Andrew Grey, that I know of for certain.)  

 And this is Squish, after her photo appointment with the big guy in the red suit.  She’s telling me what she wants for Christmas, and none of it sounds remotely like what Mate and I got when we were in the pink aisle at Toys R’Us.  I hope general pink will do for her–when it comes to specific pink, I’m thinking we’ve just failed Christmas.

And this is my santa and his elf.  She looks really demonic in this picture.  She, umm, sort of is in real life too–but in the cute, you want to just squeeze those little cheeks way!

And this is the two of them in line, charming the holy bejeebus socks out of everybody. Okay–maybe just me, but my holy bejeebus socks were nowhere in sight by the time I turned them loose with their older siblings in what must have been the shortest shopping trip in history.  The mall was almost empty, and I think we spent a grand total, Santa and all, of an hour and a half there, and that included pretzels and Icees when they were done.  Holy crapgasm, batman– best shopping trip EVER!

And this is Chicken, because this outfit?  Is awesome sauce, plain and simple.  Don’t mind the scowling–she doesn’t recognize her own awesomeness.  Makes her grumpy.  And that manic bit of pre-cut foam?  That is practically the closest thing you can find to a model these days– it’s Santa’s Ski Lodge, (although we’ve been calling it Santa’s Little Sweatshop all week, in honor of our time with our Christmas cards, which were, as always, a family endeavor!)  

And Squish… making sure her elf is intact.  She should have no worries– she’s elfish at it’s best:-)