My brother Russel lives downstairs from me in a duplex in Hollywood.  It’s a bit of a Three’s Company situation.  Russel has now created a totally fictional web series based very loosely on the goings on around here.  It’s called “We’re Working.” Obviously!

Please note the excellent product placement in A Character Called Katherine’s apartment.

Thank you, Russel, for giving me something new to post to this blog/thing.  Also, I have just noticed that my office chair matches the RFSG paperback cover.  

My Bookreporter essay recalls an extremely disastrous small-town Christmas horror show, while every other author featured in their 2-month long author-holiday-gift-giving-essay extravaganza recalls some heartwarming Christmas memory involving the Swiss Family Robinson and Louisa May Alcott and — I kid you not — e.e. cummings.  

It’s just an observation.

I think disaster is funny and heartwarming.

Also, does this mean no one else has a brother whose old girlfriend is a knife-wielding killer?  Really?  I think you guys are lying.

Bookreporter has my very short essay about the year I decided to give all my family members self help books for Christmas.  Who doesn’t need a book called The Narcissistic Family:  Diagnosis and Treatment?