Well, it’s New Year’s Eve, I’ve got a last resort party happening here at about 8pm, and my house is all effed up. Bad. I know I have to clean– unless I use my awesome brilliantness to think up a way to make washing the dishes a hip new party game– and I have to go the grocery store and make some munchies (nothin’ says lovin’ like store bought taquitos), but I can’t bring myself to get off the couch. I just want to be lazy and watch E! and VH1 because you KNOW they’re going to be rerunning those addictive countdown shows today, but alas, I must do SOMETHING so my house doesn’t smell like last night’s dinner when folk get here.
The good news is, 2006 is almost over. Yeah, it was a good year (first book dance, woot), but it’s no where near as good as next year will be, because next year I’ve TWO books coming out. That’s right, not one, but TWO. I’m excited, and I can’t wait.
I can only imagine how exciting it will be when I can afford to replace myself with a robotic version of myself and I can put out like, four books a year. You know, like what happened with Nora Roberts. Or should I say, “like what happened with Norabot 4000″?