Smoothies are very quick to make and delicious. You don’t need a lot of items and hold that sugar, you crazy person. It’s not needed. Grab your frozen fruit, coconut milk, blender and let’s sashay!
I woke up this morning to a wonderful, in-depth review of my book, Memory Bound. Many, many thanks. I’m very grateful. It’s wonderful getting to see the book through another reader’s eyes. Click here to read all about it. The reviewer also posted the review on my Amazon book page and on his Goodreads account. 🌠
If you’re interested, my book is currently free through Kindle Unlimited or available as an ebook purchase. Hard copy version is on sale through the month of August–20% off to celebrate 200 subscribers (aka, Arcians) on Peregrine Arc! Check it out on Amazon or ask your library to order a copy at your local branch. If you bring a cookie to sweeten the deal, you may be reading MB by Tuesday. 😉
Now excuse me while I go chase down Mr. Swinebottom. He was still doing laps around the house from our last five star review…
“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
Write this on an index card and put this quote on your writing desk, Arcians. Happy writing! ✏️
There have been two mass shootings in America within the last 48 hours. I’ve been seeing articles about how many mass shootings there have been so far this year and how it’s outpacing the number of days in a year.
I feel like we’re living in a surreal version of 1984 in my country, albeit American flavored. When our Founding Fathers included the Right to Bear Arms into the Constitution, it was in reaction to British rule and relationships. The guns back then took minutes to load, aim and shoot ONE round. One.
I get this Political Cartoon image in my head of politicians being bunkered in at the Capitol in an Armageddon type of setting. They’re the only ones left and the last survivors of the human race are outside killing each other. The President will turn to his staff and go “Well, we protected their right to bear arms!” And another will say “But there’s no one left to vote for you now.”
We started in March 2018. We published Memory Bound in October 2018. Mr. Swinebottom came on the scene in December 2018 for Blogmas and kept us in tears of mirth and joy. Over 250 blogs later, here we fly.
What comes next? You’ll need to click on that follow button to join the Arcian family and find out. 🙂
Oh yes. In celebration, Memory Bound is 20% off, in soft cover, for the month of August. Click here to order your copy today and leave me a review on Amazon, wouldn’t you?
Based on true events….
A Time of Kerfluffles
Two weeks ago, my eyeglasses broke. The pin popped out and the tech’s head just shook. “Too bad, you’re out of luck; you’re a blind, little bat now you idle schmuck. And don’t stumble on the welcome mat on the way out, you putz!”
My finger, shortly thereafter, broke in two; would I ever lie to you? Oh well, it’s just a strain, but I do have people sign my little splint just the same.
And then last Tuesday, I recall still yet with dread: I stepped on a rusty nail head! No scratches, no impailments, no ER trips or sky rocket payments. Tetanus shot is up to date and my guardian angel is going on vacation, post haste.
And then yesterday, or was it two days ago hence? I broke my car’s side mirror, to my garage’s horror and my proceeding recompense. Seven years of bad luck is mine from parking a smidgen too close inside.
No worries and have no fear. Because, even if this superstition is true, it’ll be over so very soon. At my current rate, I’ll be free of this bad luck around, well…let’s calculate and see. Why the year six thousand, four hundred and ninety three!
Author’s note: No one dug into this in July, so I’m reposting for August. Enjoy. ☔
Guten tag, Arcians. Put on your rain boots and rain coats and bring your umbrellas and note pads. It’s going to be a downpour and something doesn’t feel quite right tonight…
Thanks, Chelsea, for the nomination! Mr. Swinebottom has been busy numbering, displaying and spit shining these pixel trophies all summer. It may go to his head any day now…
Everyone check Chelsea’s main blog for her terribly, Terrible Poetry Contests and other enjoyable reads. Join the mayhem and you could become an imp by Christmas. 🎄
She also has a blog on the
perils joys of parenthood and mothering. Bring a helmet and watch the low overhang. Cookies may be a good offering.
On Sundays, I’ve been making big meals lately. Big meals equals leftovers which means lunch is done for tomorrow with extra servings to spare. Save money, eat great, write more. Ding, a ling ring…We have a winner. 🏆
Spaghetti for a crowd, here we go. A garlic bread recipe is thrown in at the end as a bonus. You are welcome. 🥖
Make your own spaghetti sauces, people. Garlic bread, too. It’s not expensive and it’s simple. Stop buying premade sauces that are pumped with salt and frozen garlic bread with ingredients you don’t have a hope of trying to pronounce. Your grandchildren will thank you.