I've been dealing with life and the lemons it likes to hand out. I'd make lemonade, but I don't really care for it that much. Maybe I'll make Lemoncello. At least if I drink enough it will kick my ass and I won't care how many lemons have been bestowed upon me.
Lately, it seems like all I do is work or sleep. Right now, I hear my pillow calling me. It's fluffy comfort and my urge to write are waging war as I type. I want to write, I need to write, my muse berates me daily for not writing more.
Enough...enough of the whining and self pity!
I will, once again, make a concerted effort to blog regularly, which, for me, will be once a week until I win the lotto and can write full time (then I can hire someone to do it for me...kidding). I'm going to aim for Tuesday to be my blog day.
I'm hoping to have a guest author soon, so keep an eye out for that announcement. For now, I am going to do a little revising, get ready for critique tomorrow, and then heed the siren call of my pillow.
Note-even though I'm writing this Monday night, I'm scheduling it to post on Tuesday. So, no. I'm not doing another post. See you next Tuesday!