Jesus Christ. Two months? Literally it has been two months since I set foot on this thing. I used to be good at this. And I have no excuse, none. I have a mobile phone, I can blog from it, but do I? No. No, I do not.
I would say “In my defense, I…” but in my defense, my pie-eyed pony. There is no defense for this kind of flagrant blog neglect. Sure, I have been on social media like crazy…no, also not true. I have been on Twitter like crazy. I have been on my Facebook page with all the reliability and enthusiasm of Lizzie Bennet being courted by Mr. Collins.
Y’all. I am a writer. The least I think I should be able to do is sit down and write blog posts with some kind of frequency. Especially since I have been somewhat, ah, lax on the Writing A Book front. What? Who said that. Not me.
Okay. So. Here I am. Now, the great thing is that I do actually have things to put here. They are book things. And if you follow me on social media (cough twitter cough) you’ve seen them but hey. It’s been a while. Let’s have a refresher, if for no other reason than for you all to smile politely and let me pretend that I am Getting My Act Together. Okay? Thank you.
For one thing, perhaps there is a whole entire one of you that has not seen this glorious thing:
CATCH. THAT. HOTNESS. That is the cover of Book Two, now officially Certainly, Possibly, You and perhaps you may infer from the cover that this one’s got lady loving.
(also: the co-protagonist is an openly bisexual female and I love her and I cannot wait for you to meet her)
If you’ve read Definitely, Maybe, Yours, you have met Sarita Sengupta, the lesbian head decorator and sassbucket at Seattle’s Sucre Coeur bakery. I liked her so much I wanted to tell her love story too, and so here we are. Despite the public displays of virtual tearing my hair out one might have seen on Twitter, I really had a fun time writing this second book of mine. It’s rollicking good fun with snark and a dash of drama and plenty of baked goods, plus: ballroom dancing. Y’all. Sarita the Decorator meets Maritza the Ballroom Dancer when she least expects it and she has no idea what to do about it. Maritza has a few notions…she just also has a few problems. Like Nicky. Oh, nobody is going to like Nicky. This will be so much fun.
Team DMY Test Kitchen is gearing up to bring you another mini-recipe box in the lead up to the book release. Which is…this fall. Yes. September-ish. I will tell you more when I am allowed. But my intrepid co-baker Angela and I have some good stuff up our sleeves for you, and hey, if you catch me at Romantic Times next month, you might just get your hands on a sample of one of the recipes if the Interlude Press team doesn’t clean me out first.
Oh yeah: because I will be at RTCon in Las Vegas next month! I will be signing copies of Definitely, Maybe, Yours at the Giant Book Fair on April 16th! I believe a pass for just the Book Fair is $10, so if you’re in the area and want to meet me (or hey, any other IP authors, there’s a whole whack of us that will be there), that’s your chance. I will sign a book, I will take selfies, I dunno, anything within reason. Come find me, it will be fun. I will probably be knitting. I will probably have bright blue fingernails. And my hair is red again. It’s all fun and exciting.
I might even spill a couple secrets. Wink, wink. You never know.
However, I have two cats staring me down because I, terrible cat mother that I am, have made them wait a whole two hours for their dinner, never mind that there are bowls of kibble available to them at all times. Am monster.
I will be back, I swear to God I will be back and there will be cats and knitting and gardening (my balcony containers are packed and it’s gorgeous) the whole nine yards. Really. I’ll try, anyway.