Like getting to post a review on the Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Books website.
I can’t imagine how tickled I’ll be if a novel (I eventually manage to finish and submit to a pub) gets published. My skirt will flip so high you’ll see London, France, and a remote town somewhere in Alaska.
So, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get off the internets and get back to that novel…either the one I’m writing or the one on the e-reader…or maybe a little of both.