I have been remiss.
I offer the excuse that both my dogs have some foul virus that causes them to go 'splodey all over the kitchen floor if I don't take them out every hour on the hour. The vet says all we can do is push fluids and wait. Yay. Three squirt bottles of disinfectant and eight rolls of paper towels later, my hands look like they belong to an eighty-year-old woman.
Anyway...LOOK!
No, really, LOOK!! My crit partner, the brilliant and ever-stylish Rita-winning Barbara Caridad Ferrer, has SOLD!
Wait till you read this book. You'll laugh... you'll cry... you'll cry some more... you'll run out and rent "Carmen"... you'll cry SOME MORE...
I'm so proud I could pop. :)