Yes, I am referencing a Taylor Swift song in the headline. Don’t hate me. There’s nothing that soothes the pain of a poor review like blasting “Mean” and dancing around the kitchen with your daughter. Try it sometime.
However, today I am not writing about reviews, mean or otherwise. Today, I am over at Women’s Fiction Writers, where Amy Nathan has kindly agreed to interview me despite the fact that I have been known to literally fall on my face when wearing high heels. Unfortunately, this does not seem to have stopped me from trying. Go there, and the non sequitur will become clear.
Also, I am working on my Harley post for later this week, but here is a photo to tide you over: