If you guys could see my To Do list, you might cry. Or at least climb in the blanket fort with a tub of Rocky Road. Would that I could. I've got one book to write finish. One to format for preorder. Website stuff marketing stuff Sooper-secret project planning World Domination plotting Book cover lusting Maybe, if there's time left over, kid & hubby stuff. But I've got to do the damn things and be all accomplishy . Good thing I've got a few tricks up my hoodie-sleeve for that. Have a great weekend!
Unedited, still in the super-rough-draft phase! 🤐 I climbed out of my kid-sized rental car to test the formidable iron gate, but left the engine running and the radio blasting. I wanted to make a good impression on the neighbors, you know, just in case the ripped jeans, sh*t-kicker boots and fitted Cherry Bomb tee weren’t enough to seal the deal. The gate was locked. Of course it was, because I may be able to shoot fire out of my hands and suck a bad guy dry, but remembering a pesky little thing like keys is beyond me. I kicked the gate, hard, and felt the bones of my foot snap in response. “***profanities redacted***,” I cursed and hobbled around like a three-legged goat. The pain peaked and ebbed while I waited for my bones to knitting back together. I didn’t have to wait long – by the time Freddy Mercury made it through the chorus of Bohemian Rhapsody, I was right as rain and feeling no pain. I stared up the mountain, to my modest little castle perched high on the hil...