I’m pregnant.
I’d like to say I don’t know how it happened, but only once in history has anyone gotten away with using that excuse. I’ll just have to accept the fact that these things happen and start doing the proper exercises and taking the proper vitamins.
In about nine months, or a lot less, actually, I suspect I’ll have another little bundle of joy to send out into the world—cause there’s no way in hell I’m keeping it all to myself.
What I’m talking about, of course, is that I’m pregnant with another idea for a mystery novel. If you thought anything different, then you obviously haven’t looked at the date today. April Fools, everyone, and look for my next book out sometime this fall!
