Tempus Fugit

I'm lame, lame, lame. Can't be bothered to update my own blog, or even leave comments for my friends on their blogs. I'll put something up for our big one-year New York-iversary next week though, I promise. One year!

Meanwhile, look at my fabulous husband! He's tearing up the blogosphere! And he's going to have another book out soon - The One Marvelous Thing. All right, all right, it's Rikki's book, I know. But see here:

"This landmark collection of new stories is generously illustrated by T. Motley, whose gritty, fantastical cartooning explores the same post-magical realism that has been the subject of Ducornet’s distinguished career."

Gritty and fantastical. You know you can't wait to see it, right? It's pretty great, if I do say so myself. And he worked his booty off doing it, too. The very same booty I'm about to go snuggle up to right now, 'cause it's way past my bedtime. Can you believe I get to share a bed with such greatness? Yeah, me neither.

I really shouldn't blog past midnight. I'm imagining the look on his face when he reads this tomorrow. He just loves it when I gush inappropriately about him.

Later, y'all.