So, I can't work on the third book of the Destine series because I have to get the second book finalized first, and I started a new book today. I was writing about how a guy fell through the ice at Cave Lake and is suffering from, you guessed it, hypothermia, and I got so cold I had to go take a melt-the-flesh-off-your-bones-it's-so-hot shower. Keep in mind, it's May. And 80 degrees. And I have no air conditioning. Now I have the munchies, too, because all that's in the fictional house is a head of wilted lettuce and half a cup of expired milk.
Yes, I'll gladly accept the Queen of the Dorks crown.
Thank you for thinking of me.
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