One of two things always happens. They’re either throwing in a metal plate of slop or reaching in to grab my latest manuscript.
I have 13 books in print, but I’m a virgin at this kind of… wait… I have to interact with carbon-based life forms? OMG. Internet… words… I have nothing to wear. Nothing, I tell you. I have to polish all my innuendos between now and then, and my best participles still have a stain from that… (never mind that, now)….
The timing is great: Saturday is also the day my next book is published: FANGS OVER AMERICA.
Uncanny timing, eh? So if you have a few minutes on Saturday afternoon, I’d be honored if you could stop by to say Hello.