and now for a little self-promotion

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Places I can be found online:

1. the excellent blog of tracy lynn kaply
Those of you who read Kaply, Inc. know that Tracy Lynn is angry, funny and regularly uses words like “tit-punch.” But that doesn’t mean she’s above holiday traditions. For the second year in a row, I am a proud member of her Twelve Guests of Christmas guest-blogging festival. Scroll down to Dec. 14 to read my thoughts on the economy, JFK and holiday coupon books.

2. the emerging writers network
A man named Dan Wickett is excited to read my book in 2009! In an email he sent out to writers on his list, he warned us that he might end up hating our books, and we might therefore hate him by the end of 2009. But for now Dan rocks! Scroll down about a third of the way to see the cover of Lilac Mines—I think this is its internet debut.

3. jane’s stories press
They e-interviewed me. I waxed on. I had a great time hearing the sound of my own keyboard.

Comments

Tracy Lynn said…
Dude, it wouldn't be Christmas without you. And I say that as a taoist. :-)

In other news, your word verification KEEPS FUCKING WITH ME.
December 16, 2008 at 7:57 PM
Cheryl said…
Blogger must have gone all CommentNazi. I'll have a word with it.
December 17, 2008 at 12:05 PM
Claire said…
Cool cover- congrats on your book finding a home!

also, I emailed a couple qs to your meadowbat addy that I thought you might be able to answer... if you could take a look I'd really appreciate it!
December 19, 2008 at 10:24 AM
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