Sending out signed copies of my novels for Christmas gifts makes me feel fat and jolly. It also gives rise to a need to sneak about in homes while the occupants sleep. Sometimes I just eat cookies. Sometimes I watch you while you sleep. Sometimes I try on your clothes. BUT IT’S NOT WEIRD.
Anyway, I just sent out a few more signed novels this morning. So I’ll break into someone’s abode tonight. Hey, maybe it will be yours! Merry Christmas!
Now, if you don’t mind enabling my need to commit Christmas home invasions, probably because you really, really want an autographed novel as a Christmas gift, please let me know soon. I need to have the request by the middle of next week to guarantee a pre-Christmas arrival.
Instructions are here (I can sign and mail anything of mine in print, but both The Erevis Cale Trilogy
