Comp titles are officially my least favorite part of this process. It’s like asking which other five year olds look like my five year old. Sort of all of them, sort of none? Aaaaagh *dies dramatically*
Well friends, just got home from my tattoo appointment and I couldn’t be happier if I tried. He did an AMAZING job and I am in love with my new ink! Gonna look mighty fine as I am typing up future WIPs! Really excited.
I like big books and I cannot lie.
You other writers can’t deny.
When a book comes in with a high word count and a thick spine in your face you get
SUPER EXCITED!
You know how when you get pizza, there’s a feeling of great expectation?
You know how delicious it will be & that it’s hot but you still bite it, knowing your mouth may suffer?
Live life like you eat pizza—with great expectation, unafraid of the risk of being burnt.
My 10yo just came into my office in tears. It took a while to coax the problem out of her.
Turns out, she made a huge castle out of dynamite in Minecraft & accidentally blew it up.
I did so good with my “I’m so sorry that horrible thing happened to you” face, guys. Be proud.
I’ve come to the conclusion that there are only two types of people in the world.
Those who like rum, and those who are not yet aware that they like rum.
He never came home from the war, but she still lovingly poured his coffee each day. Countless hopeful cups grew cold as years faded to decades. Her heart leapt the day he opened the door and picked up the mug. “You’re home!”
“No,” he replied, smiling softly. “You are.”
#amwriting