Reading

Well, if I can't write (and I'm probably going to start working on the Christmas novella on my laptop Monday, because my editor was able to send the partial back to me, and I really need to get cranking on that one), at least I can read. In the past couple of days I've read REALLY UNUSUAL BAD BOYS, WICKED WOMEN ON TOP, and several other books. Now I'm working on reading Cathy Maxwell's THE PRICE OF INDISCRETION, since we have a booksigning together tomorrow. After all, reading counts as working, doesn't it? I'm, uh, observing the current market and giving thought to the present market trends, as well as analyzing the work of bestselling authors in order to improve my own writing. Yeah, that's it. That's the ticket. And here I thought I was just loafing *g*.