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…
“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! ✏️
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!
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.
Thanks, Steve and Ms. Muffin-pie. You guys bring light into the world. Never stop shining. Or sharpening those claws…😹
A few weeks ago I wrote this about resetting my mind from materialism and the constant onslaught of American marketing. Marketing in America is like trying to walk through a hallway of funhouse mirrors. You can quickly become disoriented and you intentionally have to want to leave in order to get out.
If you’d like to join me on this journey, here are some of the steps I’ve taken so far with the saint. See if some of these would help you, too. Remember to give yourself grace and to not compare yourself to others. We’re all on our different journeys.
One hobby I’ve developed is watching–and learning–when people lie. Writers are good observers, I believe, and we often become magpies of human behavior. We sit, we listen, we take the stimuli in and sort through it, stacking the dainty treasures into our writing closet to pick ideas from later. The collection is our mermaid cove of dainty human curiosities…
Every year when I visit my lovely gynocologist to do my health (fit as a fiddle), wealth (take my money) and stealth (ninja power level 9000) check, I usually do the same things:
- I forget how to get to the office. I remember on the way there.
- Once arriving, I try going through the same locked door. I walk down three feet and find an unlocked door. The mysteries of building security.
- I see at least one child being mischievous. It was two this time. They were both wearing surgical masks and a newspaper was suspiciously crumpled near them on a chair.
- The waiting room has at least one baby, usually more, and a few nervous and bored fathers. I suspect the nervous fathers are first time dads and the bored ones have been through the process a time or two.
- I ask the health tech if I can use the restroom like I’m back at school and am expecting to be told no and asked to finish my homework first.
- I eat a sucker at the checkout desk after everything is done. Why? Because I forget how old I am. And the check out secretary just smiles and hands me my paperwork. Peace, lady. ☮️
- I miss my turn on the way out to get back to the main road. Every. Single. Time.