Okay, so when I opened this blog up, the only thing I could think of to talk about was my tattoo. So the original title was “My tattoo’s molting!” But then I thought that people might be eating breakfast (or whatever you eat when you don’t live in my time zone), so I had to really think hard for another topic.
Then I remembered that tonight I will be at the Fallen Angels Reviews site!! Yup, I’ll be in their chat room at 8 PM CST, talking about whatever anyone who shows up wants to talk about. If you’ve never been there, here’s the link: Fallen Angels Chat Room (And yeah, I do give out a prize, er bribe!)
So back to the tattoo. Or not. Since LOCKDOWN’s out now, and I can focus completely on my Work-in-Progress (a cowboy menage), you’d think I’d be ready to blast through the end of that story. Only have a chapter and a half to go. But nooooo!
Last night I saw an email about someone who was looking for another author to join a special group tackling Donald Maas’s Writing the Breakout Novel Workbook. Since I have the workbook and have never made it past chapter one because I have no discipline, I called her at 9 o’clock last night begging for a seat at her table.
So today, I’ll be away from the computer, away from the email and my WIP. But I’m taking my camera. If our fearless workgroup leader doesn’t mind, I’ll come back with pics so you can see what working writers really look like!
So you’re still wondering why I typed the title back in? Couldn’t help myself. I didn’t know tattoos could be so gross. It itches like hell and is shedding skin like I have some skin-shedding disease, only my skin’s shedding in pretty colors. And I still can’t get into the pool.