The cure for what ails ya
I've been suffering from a case of the "I haven't sold a book yet" blues this summer. I've watched what can only be accurately described as tons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel as therapy. But last week I really found the cure for what was ailing me -- being around a large group of enthusiastic, fun writers, particularly the members of the Posse. It's the week after the conference and I still haven't sold a book, but I have a new infusion of enthusiasm and drive to get me through the days and weeks and months ahead. And it's all because of these smiling faces:

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Look! There's my bed! Well, it *was* my bed, until I gave it to Jennifer's mom.
SUCH a good time. You look lovely in that photo.
Dallas, baby! I only hope the beds are as good.
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