A Typically Romantic Weekend

So what did you do on Valentine's Day? I spent a gray afternoon sitting on the couch editing a novel for a vanity publisher, while my significant other spent the day at a science fiction convention in Boston.

This was NOT the least romantic V-Day we've shared; that honor goes to the first Valentine's Day we lived together, a Friday night, when I sat home alone while he took another woman out on a date. (Granted, the woman in question had my blessing; she was a friend of mine serving as Maid of Honor at another woman's wedding, and needed my boyfriend for the obligatory male escort on her arm. To thank me, she gave me a nice Swarovski crystal figurine for my collection, and when people ask about my romantic history I tell them "Oh, yeah, our first Valentine's Day together I pimped out my boyfriend for crystal crap.")

Dear Reader, I hope this year so far has been working out better for you than it has for me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do; these amateurishly written novels won't edit themselves! (If they did, my bank account would be more abysmal than it already is.)