Sexless in the City

Sometimes reading romance novels doesn’t quite prepare you for a love life...

For this 30-year-old urbanite, love is always a misadventure: The Harvard Lickwit, Hippie the Groper, the 5% Man, and the Ad Weasel. These and many other men wander in and out of her life — but never her bed.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Yes, I’m still alive!

Dahlings, I haven’t forgotten you, I promise, but life’s been sadly rather busy. And since I’m still slogging through a final edit on the book, I really can’t justify taking time from that to write this. Happily, though, I seem to be nearing the end at last. If nothing else, I’ll try to post a reply to Brent and VJ’s latest comments on my reader question, but hopefully I’ll be free to write that long-overdue full-length response in a week or two.

Haven’t read the dialogue of which I speak? Check it out and add your own thoughts!