DEAR GOD. IT’S AUGUST. It’s really August. And it’s raining in LA today, so it feels like New Orleans.
Today, my dearest, gentle readers, I must make the apologies.
I have been so busy. I’ve been writing, my offspring have been graduating and moving in and out of college dorms. I’ve attended Romantic Times in New Orleans and RWA2014 in San Antonio.
I went on a research trip so I could find out all about New Mexican flora and fauna. I have been on a health kick and a food plan. I have plumbed the depths of despair, “Wait–Are you fucking telling me fried zucchini doesn’t count as a vegetable?” and flown to the heights of happiness…
See, the thing is, I actually don’t manage my time very well. I know that there are books coming out. I know my kids have move in dates and move out dates. I plan for all the eventualities, like conference, and such, but stuff ALWAYS happens.
And housekeeping gets left for last. MEA CULPA. Here’s a list of Sunday Brunch winners I haven’t announced that has gotten so long it’s laughable: Bear with me, and I will delegate this in future so someone will do this better than I ever did: My beloved author assistant, William.
The thing is, I LIKE picking the winners and doing the e-mailing. So I kept putting it off until I had a nice big block of time. Guess what? I never found one!
So: AT LAST, my Sunday Brunch Winners have been chosen and are as follows:
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