I finally added a picture of myself. I have like, no pictures of me that are current. It's like I threw away all my cameras in 1994 or something. That was the best one that I could find. I was tired of feeling so anonymous. No, that's not the right word. Anonymous, schlepotamas. I don't really care about that.
I guess without a picture of some sort I felt...temporary. I wanted to feel more permanent. So there you go. I'll try to dig one up that does not involve me being tackled by munchkins, but that may be a difficult propisition. I am a jungle gym. Perhaps tomorrow, you will be greeted by a photo of Delta Burke. Or Ron Jeremy. Or both! Together!!
Just over 5K words total on TRP, my WIP. I love acronyms. WIP is going to require some SEEEERIOUS editing if I really do plan on keeping up this pace, but as my husband said earlier: "At least you'll have something to edit." How sage.
What would you have done? - I chugged out of NYC on Friday to attend Malice Domestic, a lovely reader convention that is now the place I catch up with old friends, make new ones, and ...
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