We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog post for this author-gone-berserk news alert…

The author was promised a prize and some time off if/when she won NaNoWriMo. As you know, she did. (And, yes, she did indeed galumph.)

What prize did she pick? We’re embarrassed to say. Okay, maybe not. She bought a remote control Flying F-Word. We kid you not. See for yourself.

Too much time on her hands? Oh yeah, we think so. And why the hell would she use our books as a landing pad?

Needless to say, we think she needs to get back to work.