If you’ve got nothing better to do, check out today’s post on Tales from the Crit. I’m talking about my own sadly obsessive tendencies when it comes to creating soundtracks for my writing projects.

If you’re interested, you’ll find my last three Tales from the Crit posts here, here and here. Today’s post is on the topic of nostalgia and what a sap I’ve turned out to be in my advancing middle age. Quelle surprise.

Wishing you and yours a joyous holiday season. 

Today I’m blogging at Tales from the Crit about what I’ve learned in 2009.

(This is normally where I’d insert a smart-assed remark, but I’m posting between doctor’s appointments and, frankly, I’m not just not feeling it today. Good wishes for a happy outcome gratefully accepted.)

And what a week it was, huh?

Don’t know about anybody else, but I’m ready to get the @#$& off the Romancelandia Intrawebs and drown my bitter, bitter tears in a vat o’ gravy. And be THANKFUL, already.

In that spirit, I’ve crafted a paean to my crit partner – the fabulously brilliant and ever-stylish Barbara Caridad Ferrer – over on Tales from the Crit.

Enjoy, and be well at this start of the holiday season. 

A quickie:

My latest novella, Hard Harvest, part of the “Three Kinds of Wicked” series at Red Sage, will be released January 1, 2010!

Also, I’ve joined a group blog, Tales from the Crit, and my first post went up today. Barring catastrophe, I’ll be posting every Tuesday.

They seem like a lovely, talented, well-behaved group of writers there. Let’s see how long it takes to drag them down to my level.

KIDDING.