Look at this crapola! Roz is supposed to be finishing book six for us, not getting caught up in what the hell the b-word Laura McCallister is working on at the moment. Un-frickin’-fair!

Why did we have to have a police detective in our adventure club? Why not a circus clown? A barista? A clerk at a thrift store? No, we just have to have a detective … and an author who fantasizes about being ambidextrous enough to gracefully hold a writer’s pen in each hand.

Argh! What’s a girl gotta do to get some sway around this joint?

(At least Frank and Roger of Corpse Call were kind enough to put our blog in their blogroll. Thanks, guys! Maybe we’ll return the favor. I said maybe.)