Damn Spam
Over the past month, my contact gizmo on my website got slammed with gambling and meds junk mail to the point where I started deleting it without even opening it. I kept updating my spam filters, so most of it went there, but I just couldn’t check dozens of the suckers every day. For whatever reason, the spam dried up over the past week or so (yaaaay), but when I got an email this evening which wasn’t spam at all, but a lovely note from a reader about my newest book, I naturally got all paranoid that I might have missed some valid communication in my zeal to zap the crap (booooo).
So if anyone’s reading this who sent me a note within the last month and I didn’t reply, I swear I’m not a stuck-up prima donna with better things to do than answer reader mail (well, unless you’re writing from prison and want me to send you my underwear, in which case fuggedaboutit). But all that spam made me crazed, ya know? If you write back, or leave me a message here, I will get back to you, I promise.
The pot roast was fabulous, by the way, thanks for asking. And as far as I can tell, I have nothing on my slate tomorrow except for working on this book.
In other words, no excuses.
