I am absolutely terrible at writing blurbs.  I’m so bad it would take H.P. Lovecraft to pen a description of my blurbs.

“The unholy blurb of E’ric L’ahti oozed its blasphemous mass across the floor toward me, reeking of insanity and the minions of the dark one.  My heart froze in my chest, gripped by the icy cold fingers of a gnawing terror so great it threatened to steal my very mind!”

Damn, H.P.  Oozed?

Okay, so maybe they’re not that bad, especially the parts my wife wrote (which are really clever), but my skills at blurbing (blurbery?) are weak at best.  I’m also bad at author bios, but that’s for another blog post.  I think this stems from the fact that I get tongue tied and have trouble describing my books in any terms that don’t resemble the ramblings of a deranged lunatic.

This is kind of what I…