Or, The Magnificent Bounty of the Interwebz
So, the Writer Monkey has never won anything much. Except that trip to Vegas when I was ten, at my stepdad's company picnic in a raffle. While every adult face melted off in horror/rage (so amusing), I didn't actually get to go.
Payback. How's it spelled again? Oh, yes. Like zees:
Quite aside from the overload of awesome sauce that this was awarded by my #1 Dream Agent, I can't wait to read this book. I plan to post what is sure to be a squee-ful review upon devouring.
And if this wasn't splendiferous enough, there's zees:
Evidently the many hours I've sacrificed to the ever-hungry Dire Interwebz have not gone unnoticed by its gods, and their bounty has rained down upon me in answer. After the week I had, I sure needed it.