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They’ve done again! This is Tor-UK’s cover for THE THING ABOUT WERES. Isn’t it amazing? Take a close look at the person behind the wolf. I’ll tell you one thing–it’s not Hedi or Trowbridge. Who, oh, who could it be? Who is this strange, beautiful man with a sheaf of blonde hair?

I love this cover. Many thanks to Pan Macmillan’s Head of Design James Annal and the hugely talented Bob Eames. Please trot over to TOR-Uk’s blog where they say all sorts of nice things about me and James & Bob. I’d be too embarassed to copy all the glowing reviews, but I’m sly enough to tell you that you can find them there! Which means I’m not as nice as I like to think I am.

Drat.

And Now — THE ADMISSION OF GUILT.

I hurt myself a week ago. Really badly. To the tune of the hospital and dilaudin (oh, my, you are a very nice drug Mr. Delightful Dilaudin). Around Tuesday, I was aware that (a) I probably no longer really, really needed Mr. Delightful anymore, and (b) I needed beyond belief to get some PR work done. DARK DEADLY and DEVINE had been launched, and I totally missed the bubbly and hurrahs. Also, there were other things terribly pending for my work. Deadlines (though they also put me on mega doses of Antivan for the muscle spasms so the deadline was a floating balloon somewhere beyond reach). But I knew this cover release was coming up, too.  I lay in bed, worrying.  Knowing, that I couldn’t sit properly yet, and that I was running on about 1/4 of my intellect because it takes awhile for Mr. Delightful to leave the system.

So I cheated. I didn’t write the last blog. I got it ghost-written.

Okay, who wrote it?

Well, I’ve got loving, devoted kids. When I got shovelled up and brought to the Toronto Condo (more on that another day), my daughter was there to get me into bed. Well, not quite. I had to wait a half hour or so for her to get there, but I used the time well. I lay immobile, collapsed face down on the bed–laying amongst my baggage and other stuff–drooling into the mattress while my husband was tasked with getting a television mounted on the wall for me. (yes, even drugged out in our former home, on the cusp of being driven to my new home, I was able to issue essential commands–I want a TV! I want my face lotion! Get me some underwear! And my drugs! God, don’t forget my drugs!)

Chelsea got me all sorted out and tucked into bed. I got a tv mounted on the wall, and remote put into my good hand.

And there I drooled until I didn’t. Which is when I started thinking about What Needs To Be Done.

Enter my multi-talented son, JB, who has the ability to sound like me in print. It’s uncanny. He can mimic my writing style, which makes me wonder if I ever wrote any letters to the school excusing him from stuff he didn’t fancy doing. So truth–Tuesday’s blog was written by him. Also? He contributed to the US blurb for THE THING ABOUT WERES (9/10s a bastard was his!).

There. I’ve come clean. Now, back to bed. It’s my last day in it. I intend to watch the rest of Walking Dead. (I never caught it before. Wow. I love this series.) More on that tomorrow, or the next day. I can’t feel my pointer finger and it makes writing an interesting experience:-) Also, I think Mr. Delightful is still clinging to the edges of me.

So…if my editors are reading this, I’ll be back at work on Saturday. Half days for a few days, then I hope to get back to steam. Damn. I better. The hazy ball that is my deadline is starting to come into focus again.