But I can't. I woke up at 3 (AM, people, AM) and couldn't go back to sleep. Now I am stuck working on my book because it tasks me all the damn time and I have to go to my local Starbucks and swill gallons of overpriced, over sweet, cream and sugar and chocolate laden caffeine. Because, well, it's just that freaking good. The coffee, not the book, though I'm actually pretty pleased with the book, as well.
I was going to blog about my wonderful dinner with Jane Porter and other authors and readers and how cute Jane looks pregnant, but I'm still needing that coffee. So maybe later.