They’re demanding her weight in cheese crackers, and let me tell you that’s a lot of cheese crackers.
Okay, that’s a blatant lie. I mean, look at that face. Could he kidnap anything, except perhaps with an excess of cuteness?
Actually the writer has come down with something, or perhaps re-come-down with something. Seems to be stomach flu with a side of exhaustion.
This wouldn’t be a big deal for posting the promo post, which requires no original writing, BUT it’s a problem for getting a novel — Bowl of Red — ready to upload. And it must be uploaded by midnight, or bad, bad, bad things happen.
So I have my trustworthy team — Amy B. deserving particular notice as thorough and lightening fast — going through, and I’m entering corrections as fast as I can.
Of course, part of why it’s so late is that I was doing structural tweaks while coming down with this and took forever.
So, wish me well. And yes, I promise to crash and rest tomorrow. Also, possibly to put up promo post.
So this is not an I’m well post, but definitely an I’m alive post.
Debate: Does the left side of the isle behave like clinical narcissists? And if so is it because they are or because the dictates of their philosophy make them act that way?
While doing so, I beg you with tears in my eyes not to set fire to the koi pond — again — and not to feed the dragon marshmallows dipped in peanut butter. We all remember what happened last time you little maniacs did that, don’t we?
So. Behave. No. Behave the other way.
I’ll be back.