I’ve been offline quite a bit lately working on
FINALLY finishing my first book (rough draft only). I’m not done, but I’m not dead.
I figure I need to finish, because my excellent friend Sarah did a Tarot reading for me recently that was essentially a GIANT COSMIC WARNING that I’m “excessively fertile.”
I suppose it could’ve been a universal-warning about an
impending apocalypse babies, but I choose to think of it as a not-so-gentle-reminder that I have NOTEBOOKS full of characters and plots just waiting to break out of my overstuffed brainpan and ravage the world.
Also, I’ve been wasting time looking for a house to rent in Florida, because FUCK THIS WEATHER. Oh Minnesota, I will joyfully leave behind your
backstabby version of passive aggressive nice AND your never ending cold.
Oh, you think I’m kidding?