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The Point of This Quick Post is that Land Crabs are Super Creepy

We here at Olivia Waite like to think we’ve learned a lot from romance novels over the years. And one of our recent favorites, Carla Kelly’s Beau Crusoe, turned out to be more accurate than we knew at the time.

Behold: land crabs!

A picture of a small land crab, perched on the threshold of his burrow.
Land crabs!

This particular land crab lives in the Virgin Gorda Yacht Harbor in the British Virgin Islands. (That’s the West Indies, to you historical types.) That hole he’s sitting in is actually his home. Normally I love crabs and find them fascinating — not to mention delicious — but there is something about watching a crab the size of your face scurry sideways into a hole in the ground that is just creepy as all hell. There is the unmistakeable impression that the crab is only waiting until your back is turned and then — attack!

In sum: we should all read (and write!) more good romance novels with critters that are both real and terrifying.

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Tired Writer Is Tired

Folks, this is going to be a lazy blog post. I’m still reeling from the conference and edits on Damned if You Do (coming soon!) and the Secret Thing I Can’t Tell You About Yet, so if it’s alright with you, I’ll just put these boots right here and we can all admire them before taking a night off and getting some sleep.

Brown leather calf-high Luna boots from the Adriana family by Fluevog.
Adriana Luna boots, by Fluevog

{Disclaimer: I am in no way sponsored by Fluevog or anyone connected with Fluevog. Though if they’d like to send me boots and shoes to review, that would be dynamite.}

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Happy Weekend!

We here at Olivia Waite have had a busy week: the edits for our first book and the manuscript for our second both left our nervous hands and are out there fending for themselves. (They grow up so fast!)

So you see, we are in need of a break. Regular blogging will resume next week (Monday, Wednesday, Friday!) but until then, we intend to wrap ourselves in a warm blanket, hope the puppy stays asleep, and watch something where Paul Mercurio spends a lot of time not wearing sleeves.

Happy Weekend!

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