And I’m not gonna tell you which one. Oh well, yes I will, because I really don’t care. I look good for my age. I’m 52 today! Two years past the half a century mark. Two years into menopause (halleluiah!). Two years into “I-don’t-give-a-shit about a wrinkle or a gray hair. I bleach to maintain my youthful blonde anyway! I opened my email today and found a ton of good wishes coming my way from my facebook page. Thanks everyone!
I’ll spend the day the way I want to—swimming a couple of times in my nice warm, clean pool, and writing my stubby little fingers off.
Yesterday, I finished the first round of edits on Pleasing Sir, my straight-to-kindle project, and shipped them back to the editor I hired. It’s so painful reading a book, line by line, for all those unnecessary commas and inconsistencies. I mean, you can’t pull down a zipper on a guy’s pants twice in one scene? Huh. I do a lot of misplaced modifiers (at least I think that’s what they’re called). I do, He pulled his hand away. Rather than, He pulled away his hand. It’s the way I talk. Who’s gonna notice? I change them anyway. I like things being perfect.
Remember when I asked for you to send me pictures of your art to post because I enjoyed sharing my treasures with you? These are from Brandy W of B Renae Reads. She took these pictures herself. I wish I had an eye. You’ve seen my blurry mushroom pics.
Her daughter took this one!
Anyway, thanks, Brandy, for sharing. And thanks to everyone who has sent me a note today to wish me happy birthday! Big hugs! ~DD