I am not nearly awake enough to be writing this entry, but, still, write it I shall. It is allotted but one hour, and then I must begin packing again. Wakefulness is irrelevant. And, I have recently been less awake than now, such as night before last, as I was packing CDs and started singing "Particle board, particle board, doing the things a ( Read more... )

There is a very generous new review of Daughter of Hounds over at The Green Man Review, which you may read in its entirety by following this link. I adored this bit - "At one point I decided that the book is best described as 'What if John Bellairs had written Pulp Fiction?'" I must admit, there is a great sense of satisfaction and accomplishment ( Read more... )