Disregard That Laundry Pile, It’s Up To No Good
Ever have one of those days when the minutiae of daily life just threatens to drown one? Dishes to be done. Laundry. Really should hoover. Prince needs his reading lesson and Princess…well, if I could get the games I bought to work on her computer life would be just Swell. Ducky, in fact. Not to mention the loos both need scrubbing since five people are using them and the gutters really need those leaves dragged out before the rain comes back and, and, and…
Sometimes I get a little bit tired of being the axle the house turns on. If I don’t do it or insist on it, it doesn’t get done,and two, three, four days down the road someone is panicking because they can’t find _____, when if they just would have PUT IT BACK WHERE THEY FOUND IT or actually, I don’t know, DONE THEIR BLOODY CHORES there would be no hassle.
Enough griping. Suffice to say the next person who wants me to find their socks is going to find a load of laundry shoved somewhere. And it won’t be pleasant.
On to much more pleasant things…
Psst! Cover to Cover Books got in a few copies of To Hell And Back. Amazon says it’s shipping, which would make it the earliest of the books so far to escape into the wild. So we know it’s getting out there. Cover to Cover even does shipping, I’m told.
I’m just sayin’.
Last but not least, last night I read Justin Gustainis’s Black Magic Woman, which I can’t recommend highly enough. Sexy, smart, supernatural, and good crisp clean writing. There was a little bit of infodump here and there, but that’s forgivable when a book is this damn much fun to read. Really, it was awesome, I can’t recommend it highly enough.
So, time to plug my ears against the call of the laundry pile and work on a Certain Short Story I got back from a Certain Wonderful Beta Reader. Housework can wait. There’s writing to be done.
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