So I'm in the process of changing my blog back to normal, couldn't bear all that hard to read stuff even though I do love the rain. Briefly had a cool Guinness layout from Pyzam but it appears as though Blogger doesn't care for Guinness. This scary picture with the eyes is the cover for the beta versions of Fiersom's Brood that just came in. For my local friends, I'll try to get copies to you next week. For my online friends, digital copies can be sent to you should you actually have many hours to spare beta-reading. I sent in a bunch more limericks to the Irish Music Festival people but I'm reluctant to post them until after the contest because if you read the last few comments on my previous post you'll see that I'm starting to worry about the competition. Gotta win. Totally. I'm back to doing writing stuff all day long cuz my kids are back in school but I'm not sure what to work on. I've been molding this strange pair of query letters and I think I need some help deciding which will go out into the world and which will be quietly slaughtered and buried in the back yard. Expect a post soon where I will ask you to help me to decide their respective fates. In the meantime, my beta copies have subtly indicated that I should immediately start on another line edit of Fiersom's Brood. Because some of it smells funny. I fell into my tub yesterday morning cuz I was wearing pajama pants and sitting on the edge to brush Brooke's hair - she backed into me and I slid and fell hard and caved in the back of my skull. It hurt and they laughed but I'm much better now. And guess what? I'm going to try to quit smoking. Again. Tomorrow. For the enty-enth time. I don't know about you but this salad is starting to taste funny so I think I'll just push myself away from the table and excuse myself to go to the bathroom where I intend to stick my finger down my throat. I'll understand if you want to do the same.
Because I love you all and don't want to give you food poisoning.