This will be the most boringest of boring blog posts ever in the history of boring blog posts.
You’ve been warned.
I’ve just finished the copy edits for Vanity Fare, sent those back to my lovely editor, and am working on revising Hero of My Heart. The latter is good for 2/3 of the book, but the ending stunk. I can admit it. It went too fast, the hero and heroine haven’t suffered enough, and I want to be meaner to them. I also just got edits on the essay I’m contributing to a Fifty Shades of Grey non-fiction collection–mine is about Ana’s inner goddess, and Freud, and articulating secret desires.
My birthday–which just passed–was nice, only I was really sick the day before, and was still shaky on the actual day. But we’re celebrating all week, including this evening, so it’s fine.
I wish I could put in pix of David Gandy in all his Gandy-ness, but I am aware of all that copyright stuff, and I don’t want to be hypocrite and post pix to which I have no permission, not when I’d be livid if someone took my writing and passed it all around.
Next week I plan on reading and sleeping a lot. All deadline stuff will be in, and it’s the week before school starts again for the Spawn, so it’s a time for all of us to hang out all together.
See? I said. Boring.