First, how about that Leo, huh? Finally. FINALLY, he wins an Oscar. Just so you know, I’ve loved him ever since Arnie in What’s eating Gilbert Grape? I literally thought they cast a mentally impaired actor for the role. He’s that good. What a long-running and distinguished career… and he’s also an advocate for the environment? Yes, please.
Any hoodle. In other news, been up ’til 1:00 am two nights in a row. Midnight the two before that. Wondering what sort of rocking party is keeping a middle aged woman with poor vision up so late… early?
If you said a freelance party *ding, ding, ding* you are correct. Except, it’s not really a party. Oh, there are various chips and dips… chocolate… and I have my party pants on… lycra for maximum stretch potential… but, sadly, there is no actual partying happening. Hey, I’m not complaining. I know I said no more freelance, but I couldn’t resist. Because the wood siding that currently adorns the outside of my house is rotting. Soooo…
Mamma gone work.
Yes, work I shall, but that means no progress on Business of Love. Stephen King says it should take you no longer than 3 months to write a book. I say he’s forgetting that day jobs exist. I love me some Stephen, but 3 months?
I’m approaching one full year.
In my defense, in addition to a day job and the first draft of my first book, I’ve also been working on an historical fiction. Speaking of, would you like to read some of it? Well then, I see your curiosity to find out if I’m actually any good at writing and raise it…
If I get ten likes and at least three follows, I will post the prologue.
Deal? Or is this little stunt just going to very clearly illustrate exactly how small of a fish in an infinite sea of writers I am?
I should probably expect the latter, huh?
And that’s all I got. Until next time…