I’m outta here.  Flying out to Dallas tomorrow for the Dreamin’ in Dallas Conference, which is going to be a wicked and wholly inappropriate good time.  I think it’s sold out, but the book fair is open to all on Friday night, so plan on attending that little shindig, there’ll likely be bar hopping after if you’re brave enough to horn in on it.  I’m game for hanging with just about anyone, as long as you don’t mind me being vulgar.

Tomorrow night, Jaye Wells and I will be tearing up Legacy Books like a couple of cracked out rock stars.  Expect scandalous readings, weird prizes and Mad Dog 20/20 passed around in paper bags like hobos around a barrel fire.  That’s at 7:30 PM.  Be there.  There might be fondling.  I can’t guarantee it, but I know how you like that.

On Saturday, we’ll be doing two workshops at Dreamin’.  One on the ins and outs of Urban Fantasy and the other on world building for paranormal romance and UF.  They’ll be super interactive and hopefully people will bring there own paper.  Cuz all I’ll have is bar napkins.

So that’s it.  Except. I blogged over at the League of Reluctant Adults about clergy and dog sex.

Ciao.