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"e" is for "book"

leaping ever forward into the tweens, i've finally crossed the literary digital divide. "interference" is now available in e-book format! it's got all the unnerving, occasionally gut-wrenching, somewhat surreal fun of the original, but now it fits on your computer. or your ipad. or your phone. or your nook, which is something i'd never heard of before. it doesn't fit on your kindle yet, but it will shortly.

the print version is still available, of course, for those of you with some kind of physical object fetish. in fact, it will shortly be going into its second edition. the second edition will be exactly the same as the first, except that a couple of "printing errors" ["hey! we found typos!"] have been corrected. so those of you who have already bought it [or who buy within the next week or so] will have a collectors' edition and i'm sure it will be worth thousands of dollars one day. or at least, when i get more money, i'll be desperately trying to buy them back from you, so you can blackmail me.

both real and imaginary versions can be purchased right here.

for those of you who have bought from lulu in the past, you might want to know that:

1. you no longer need to register with them to order

2. they've adjusted their shipping rates so that it no longer costs more to ship than it does for the book

these are good things.

please remember that, while it's hardly porn, "interference" is intended for an adult audience and contains some content that might not be appropriate for younger readers. by that, i mean it's not nearly gross or violent enough to entertain most kids, so they'll be bored and you'll still feel like they're reading something that maybe they shouldn't so nobody will be happy. and i want you to be happy.

raves from the critics have included:

"not a good choice for fans of chick-lit."

"i hope this isn't inspired by real events."

"i think i'd like it even if you weren't my daughter." [thanks mom!]

"i sort of wish i hadn't read that."

many thanks to those who have shown support for my writing and who continue to come to this blog in spite of the fact that i remain me.

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