This was originally a snarky post to the driver who almost sent me into a ditch when I was out jogging this weekend, but cooler heads have prevailed. (Lady in the tan SUV, you can thank my husband. In the meantime, back away from the accelerator!) While I calm down, I’m sending you over to Vaughn Roycroft’s blog (Did you know Roycroft means Royal Craftsman? Neither did I, but he’s certainly well-named) for a post that compares house building to writing.
And when you get back, I am sending you right back out to buy Last Will, by Bryn Greenwood. I have quietly stalked Bryn’s blog for years, and whenever she posts a bit of what she’s working on, I can’t get it out of my mind. So when I had a chance to win this book, I couldn’t resist. And I won! And now I can’t put it down. It’s quirky and odd and funny and not like anything else I’ve read lately. So go buy her book, darn it. Particularly if you are a woman who drives a tan SUV. Because lady, after what my husband made me pull off this blog, you owe me.