Untitled

I was trying to think up a snappy title for this and I thought about doing the riff on Wizard of Oz, but I thought that might be too trite, so I remembered a tee-shirt I saw a couple of days ago. "Kansas. Keeping America Safe from Missouri since 1854." But then I remembered that I hadn't been in Kansas. So those were out. Then I decided I didn't want to think about it anymore and so it's untitled. See, the Mundane Black Hole released me just a little while ago so I'm still a bit...well, let's just say this is not a good time for higher brainwork.

So I've been released. If only for a while. Now that I'm back in my universe of werewolves, vampires, witches and aliens, I feel much more comfortable. And with the day job on simmer over the next month, maybe I can get some writing done. And querying. And whatever other chores first-time authors have to do.

Okay, well I just tried to think of something witty to say about TAW in closing but I can't think of anything.

Champagne and Chocolate

The RWA Annual Conference was FAB! Registration was expensive as all get out--pretty much blew my con budget for the rest of the year--but Mother, was it worth it! I made scads of new friends. Okay, three...but for me that counts as scads. Linda Howard, Janet Evanovich, Nora Roberts and a bunch of other stars were there. All are very down-to-earth and boy, are they bust-a-gut funny! I'm happy to say that Janet and I share the same favorite word. It has four letters and rhymes with "suck."

Last night was awards night and it was awesome. Golden Hearts and RITAs. And afterwards, attendees were served--you got it--champagne and chocolate.

Guess I forgot to mention that I demanded the Mundane Black Hole to spit me out starting last Wednesday (July 15th) so I could go to the conference. In return, the Hole extracted my promise that I "check-in" twice a day via email. I didn't, though. Hey, I couldn't help it if I couldn't get into the Hole's secure email server, right? But I will pay dearly for my lapse. Starting tomorrow.

Triumph Of The Black Hole

The day job has sucked me inside the dreaded Black Hole of the Mundane. I've fought like hell to get out long enough to get this message to you. But my freedom is short-lived. The Hole will swallow me as soon as I finish this message, no matter how hard I battle against it.

I'll be back at the end of July. I will. Trust me.

Until then, may the Force-----