Bon voyage!

Our friend Denny crashed with us last night. He was only passing through; so alas, we didn’t have much time for shenanigans. But at least we made it to the Needle! Bye sweetie! Have a happy birthday tomorrow, and a marvelous remainder of your vacation.

Well, okay.

Yes, I know about the Macmillan thing. Thanks for all the emailed heads ups. No, there’s nothing I can do about it. You can just chalk this up under “one more thing authors don’t control.” John Scalzi and Cory Doctorow have beaten me to the thoughtful breakdowns, so I won’t go into that here. Suffice […]

Sometimes these things happen

I’m inclined to blame Mark Henry. He’s the only man who could inspire me to turn my petite, hard-scrabble 19th century single mom into a drag queen. It kind of rocks, though. I mean, from a certain angle …