Oh, sure, Ray. Blame the dog.

I awoke an hour ago with a fully-formed comic Hamlet having just been performed inside my subconscious head.

There were many jokes, puns and inside references to various versions. Including a character, much in the vein of Sir Toby Belch, who was quite probably named Sir Barry Flatulence because of his, shall we say, aroma.

Once awake, I realized just how life imitates fart: Tasha the dog, sleeping several feet away from me, had been putting out some epic pooties.

A match, a match, my kingdom for a match.

This is not a review.

I can't do that. Edithics, yaknow. I edited the bloody thing.

Still. I can't let the moment go unreported. The author who won me (or at least 50,000 word-edits of mine) in a charity auction over the summer has PUBLISHED, yo!



Maggie MacKay lives in a world that's perhaps one part Toontown, a couple portions of potions from Hogwarts,  but mostly the unique creation of Kate Danley's wickedly funny mind. You will love these people- well, most of them. Even the bad guys come across as Not So Bad, with a few necessary exceptions.

$12.99 for a real live copy from the publisher (and there might be a promotional code if you do a little homework). I don't see an e-book link there, but she's got Amazon and BN links here. That's how I'm reading my final version already:)

I haven't made a dime off this venture, but I made two of the bestest and badass-est friends I could ever want in the process: Maggie and her author. Now it's your turn.