Monthly Archives: May 2016
Okay, that drained me. I turned around and leaned on the sink, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. “So, this foster home is a couple of hours north of here. Who’s up for a road trip?”
The looks I got ranged from confusion to pure WTF?
Jonathan was the first to speak. “Patch?”
“Where’d this come from?” Cristian stood from the couch, where he and Lala were talking costumes or something.
“Our chat in the car helped. But I don’t want to be like my mom, just throwing me away with barely a care. I want to see her myself before I sign her away. Maybe she’ll get lucky and get a good family.”
“She?” Dean said from my other side.
Since I’m not obsessively checking my cell for posts and shit before breakfast on Sundays, my word count has like…jumped.
I know, duh, but I didn’t really realize it until this week.
Of course, it’s probably going to go straight to hell after this, but it was nice for now.
Also, I’ve seen a peek at the cover for Settling Down, and I haven’t stopped squeeing. I must do a cover reveal. But how?
But since I needed to get that balm on me, I didn’t say anything as he sat on the bed next to me. “Okay, this stuff stinks to high hell – I rub it on Dean’s shoulders when he goes overboard on the weights. But it’s good.”
He wasn’t kidding about the smell when he unscrewed the lid. It was like getting hit in the face with whatever made throat drops work. We both cringed, but Jonathan bravely scooped up some of the white cream and looked right at me. “We’ll start on the shoulder on this side, okay?”
Right, asking for permission before touching me. One of my boundaries that in the time I’d been living with the two of them, I had almost forgotten. I’d accepted shoulder pats and high fives and the one time Dean actually lifted me out of the way of Jonathan’s attempt to run the riding mower. All without a freak out. Maybe it was my good step.
Don’t worry, I don’t mean here.
My really real for real self was getting burned out on her Social Justice Warrioring to the point that she was getting even more depressed than determined. Even snarking at the commenters who tried to fuck around didn’t cheer her up anymore.
So, as of last Friday, she closed her Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr tags, and for the next two weeks, there will be no checking on anything.
So far, she’s been playing a lot of The Sims 3 and surfing through the time sink that is TV Tropes.
As for me, I’m still here, I’m still writing, and I’m still thinking about things to Facebook or Tweet or even blog. I’ve looked at blogs from some of my favorite writers, and they seem to be slice of life type posts with their writing process or progress sprinkled in. Which is awesome. I’m think I should totally steal that…if more stuff happened to me.
(This may surprise a lot of folks that have met me, especially at GRLs past, but I’m actually quite the recluse)
Ah well, I’m trying my best to be more engaged with y’all.