July 16, 2014

Quietly Working

I've been quiet on the blogging scene trying to get a WIP completed, which I did today!
 
Next week is RWA National conference, my first ever, and I'm so excited to be a part of it. 


It's the middle of summer here in Oklahoma, which usually means 90+ degrees outside, but today we had wonderful temps in the high 60s and low 70s with rain. Our Mulberry tree is loving it, and hopefully there won't be any more leaves turning yellow.


What do I love about summer? 
Outdoor movies (we are lucky enough to have one open year round)
Fairs = corn dogs, deep fried everything, music
Sitting on the front porch usually in the morning, writing and/or brainstorming
Cookouts


What do you love about summer?

2 comments:

  1. That's mortal sin, dear...
    worthy of Hellfire.
    Why?
    It gits people to do
    the five-finger-handjob, babe,
    which we only should reserve
    for Seventh-Heaven if you wanna.
    And it's sadly whorizontal.
    You know better than that, dear.

    Nevertheless...
    Dont know how to break-out
    of that more-ass you put yourself?
    STOP WRITING ABOUT
    THE WHORIZONTAL.
    Find some other passion.
    You n I know publishers
    want the tawdry N slimy.
    DONT YOU DARE
    give it to them anymore!!!!!

    Meet me Upstairs.
    Let's getta Big-Ol beer.
    Gotta lotta tok bout celebrating
    our eternal resurrection, cool?

    I love you like my sis
    who 'died' at birth.
    Long, horrible story.
    trustNjesus, baby doll.
    ALWAYS.
    God bless your indelible soul.
    cya soon Upstairs...

    ReplyDelete
  2. That's mortal sin, dear...
    worthy of Hellfire.
    Why?
    It gits people to do
    the five-finger-handjob, babe,
    which we only should reserve
    for Seventh-Heaven if you wanna.
    And it's sadly whorizontal.
    You know better than that, dear.

    Nevertheless...
    Dont know how to break-out
    of that more-ass you put yourself?
    STOP WRITING ABOUT
    THE WHORIZONTAL.
    Find some other passion.
    You n I know publishers
    want the tawdry N slimy.
    DONT YOU DARE
    give it to them anymore!!!!!

    Meet me Upstairs.
    Let's getta Big-Ol beer.
    Gotta lotta tok bout celebrating
    our eternal resurrection, cool?

    I love you like my sis
    who 'died' at birth.
    Long, horrible story.
    trustNjesus, baby doll.
    ALWAYS.
    God bless your indelible soul.
    cya soon Upstairs...

    ReplyDelete