A friend told me last night, “So Sarah, you haven’t done a new blog. I’ve been looking.” Here you go, Jenae. Hold me accountable. Whatever.
Everyone over the various versions of the creeping crud? It made its rounds through my house, myself included, complete with a fever that made me see things. Good times. Also made for some interesting Kim Carnes impersonations.
Applied my room discount to the 2017 Realm Makers hotel reservation. I’m overly excited to meet a few of my friends in person, like De (Deanna Fugett, really, but I’m lazy and she gets one syllable).
Racked up another rejection. Changed my nose ring. Moved forward, them backwards and forward again on the book cover. Made some inquiries on stuff.
It’s all a bunch of busy nothingness.
A month of not posting and I have nothing new to report. I’m a bore!
My New Years resolution was to never make any. So far, I’m doing well.
A bunch of writers on Facebook are picking words to inspire them for the year ahead. The first thing in my mind was “push.” Then, I thought that it could be contrived into potty talk. The only other word was “shenanigans.” I can do that! I can even inspire others to bouts of nonsense.
Stick around. Next up will be my review of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. And a picture of my cat. Then Sherlock, because the drought is over and we are headed for another.