It’s quiet here at work (for the most part) overnight and I’m pretty much here alone so it means I have plenty of time to write. That’s how I was able to finish another chapter so fast. This chapter brings in a few new (but familiar) faces. Like this one… a personal favorite of Wifey’s.
Fiona? What’s this Fiona nonsense. Oh you’ll find out. In due time. *insert evil laugh*
The great thing is that I have a plot worked out in my head for this, which makes me super happy. I’m trying not to over-think it too much because that seems to be how I get myself written into a corner. Hopefully, all the bunnies play nicely and do their part. I foresee some angst ahead but what kind it is remains to be seen.
Angst babies, you’ve been warned.
And I have had so few of them in the last few weeks it’s truly appalling. Somehow this week I managed to snag three. Today I pampered myself with a mani/pedi that was much needed. The condition of my poor tootsies tells me I need to get my booty back to the beach pronto. Who in Florida wants to adopt me? I’ll write you smut and make you tasty homemade Alfredo sauce. Seriously.
Oh and for anyone looking for the perfect opening line when meeting a celebrity, I think I found it today on Facebook. I suggested Missy use it next time she goes SkarsStalking because she’s always worried about what to say. I can pretty much guarantee he’s never heard this before:
Winner? I think so.
Since I happen to agree with Quentin Tarantino that goals are the thing you talk about instead of the thing you do, I don’t bother making New Years resolutions so I have none to share with you all. Who really sticks with them anyway? If you want to do something, do it. Don’t wait for the start of the New Year.
But, if you are a stickler for making resolutions I wish you all the luck in sticking with them.
I know I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. Who has the best Wifey in the world? Uh, this girl right here.
That unicorn book is the shit, guys. Seriously, it’s hilarious. The calendar is nothing to sneeze at either.
You should definitely look into ordering one if you haven’t yet because…
Now that you’ve seen my gift, here’s one for you…
Whoa, okay, not that close.
So here’s the deal. A lot of you wanted me to continue The Iron Horse. Things happened in my brain and came out through my fingertips. Shhhhh… don’t tell my other stories. If you want to know more about the biker and his Old Lady, check out Seeds of Memory.
I was never here.
You saw nothing.