What is that, you ask?

This, my friends, is a postcard from my favorite author, Elizabeth Hand. It came with a fresh hardback edition of Mortal Love.

Excuse me, I did a dance. I did a dorky little dance. I may or may not have squeed.

At any rate, she's testing the BPAL gift that I sent her (scents chosen specifically to match her writing, of course), and she said that if I'm ever in the New England area, we should meet in person.

Nope, nope. I definitely squeed.

I have to get myself into the tub, as I have a ritual planned for this evening, but I just thought that I would share. I am all sorts of glowy-excited.