Heading out today for the beach — for a solid week.
Your jealousy is lavender-scented.
I always swear up and down that I won’t be posting — but then I jam out a few thousand words and can’t wait to gossip about it. So, maybe I’ll post some fresh stuff next week — MAYBE I WON’T. I’ve already queued up a couple of short pieces for next week — and the Story on Demand brainstorm summoning post will go out tomorrow.
And I am NOT taking a break from my writing schedule for That Thing. I still have to produce five pages, just like any other week.
I’m going to the beach, not Mars — so I’ll have internet access, so expect my usual level of manic instant-response to comments and emails.
Later, taters!
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how did you know my jealousy was lavender-scented? Have fun at the beach, you deserve it!
Everyone’s jealously smells like lavender to me — and tastes like Butter Pecan syrup. Mmmmmmm.
Jealous! But I’d want to go swimming and I theeink it’s a bit too chilly for that still.
If i’m next to an ocean, I get in. No questions asked, regardless of temperature and blood alcohol level.
TO HONOR POSEIDON.