There is so much in the world at present that makes me sad. That fills me with rage. That reminds me of my smallness. That waves my fragility at me like a flag.
I never know whether I should write about those things here, whether it’s appropriate as a writer, and specifically as a writer of genre fiction. So as I ponder that, let me give you something that makes me happy.
In just over four weeks, Private Politics will be out. And it shows up in my preorders along with Joanna Bourne. Tee-hee.