In which I am interviewed

The lovely peeps over at All About Romance interviewed me to mark the release of The Dark Enquiry--and they are giving away two ARCs! If you'd like to enter, just pop over and leave a comment before the deadline. (Two days left to enter!)

If you haven't already experienced the genius of The Oatmeal, please begin with 10 Words You Need to Stop Misspelling. I would add "ridiculous" to the list. Everytime I've seen this word in the last year, people have been throwing an 'e' in there. Stop it. No, really.

It's been ages since I posted the link to Orisinal, and never on the new blog, so if you haven't wasted an afternoon there, by all means DO. It's like playing games in a very sweet children's book.

So I'm getting my ducks in a row for RWA Nationals in New York. (What a stupid expression. Is it possible to actually get ducks to walk in a row? Don't they do that anyway? And wouldn't the presence of a duckherder just confuse and upset and scatter them out of formation?) Anyway, I'm making endless packing lists and discarding them and starting over, determined once again to go carry-on only. At last count I have four pairs of heels and an evening gown in addition to two cocktail dresses, seven day dresses, two other pairs of shoes, and all the accoutrements to pack as well as research materials because I intend to get some work done. I will manage it; there's no question on that point. I will somehow shoehorn every last item I need into my carry-on bag and a tote, but I will resent it. I will sigh wistfully and wish that I were traveling in the days when there were porters and drivers and stewards and it wasn't at all odd to pack a trunk for a fortnight's travel. With hatboxes! And jewel cases and vanity cases. And shoe trunks. I mean, yes, we have penicillin and the right to vote, but things weren't ALL bad in times gone by...