This is what’s called being late to your own party. And it’s not the kind of fashionable tardiness where you saunter down a curving staircase all coiffed and primped and wearing a trailing ball gown while your friends and loved ones graciously applaud and start singing Happy Birthday. It’s more the embarrassing oh-my-goodness-I-forgot-about-my-own-damn-party-where-the-hell-are-my-shoes sort of lateness. Not that I forgot, precisely, more that I was still picking myself up off the ground after being repeatedly run over by the Freight Train of the Gods that has been 2012.
So thank you to Sean Wright and Tansy Rayner Roberts and Jason Nahrung and all the other people who have already blogged, tweeted and facebooked the news that, yes indeed, I have a brand spanking new novel hot off the digital press and available right this minute. Her name is Perfections and I’m very proud and pleased with how she’s…
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