And if it's not morning in your neck of the woods, calm yourself by remembering that it's morning somewhere in the world!
So I've been busy spiffing up my Feel-Good Mystery (for the adult-type audience) so my courageous Sis can present it to her Book Club to read in February. I say courageous, because what if her book club peers think her daft for recommending such a novel as mine. So, yeah, she's a brave soul.
Anywho - I'm jazzed to see what complete strangers think of my book. And stomach-twisted-up-in-knots afeared. Uh-huh.
SO I'VE GOT TO BE STRONG!
|(I MEAN, LOOK AT HIM - HE'S SO STRONG, HE MADE LIGHTNING STREAK ACROSS HIS SHIRT!)|
NOT BLOW MY TOP AT
QUELL PANIC MODE WHEN MY INSIDES FEEL LIKE
I'M PLUMMETING DOWN THE WEE KIDS ROLLER COASTER.
BUT IF I JUST CAN'T STOP MY EMOTIONS FROM GUSHING . . .
THEN I'LL JUST PICK 'EM UP, DUST 'EM OFF, AND STICK 'EM BACK ON.
So, in February, those Wonderful Book Club Benefactors will be reading my book and I'll be receiving strange vibes through the atmosphere. It's true. Really. Didn't you know there's an author-stratosphere-kinda-thing goin on, transmitting stuff to writer's souls? I heard about it. Intense, huh?
And in March—
I'LL REAP THE REWARDS OF THEIR INPUT
AND SPIFF UP MY STORY AGAIN!
AND THEN— I'LL CELEBRATE WITH CHEESECAKE OR SOME SUCH SCRUMPTIOUS DESSERT OVER
MY SURVIVAL OF THE BOOK CLUB!
AH, NO! I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING— WHAT IF I DON'T SURVIVE?!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!