I went looking for happiness quotes and found them all irritating, in the same way that I find self-help books with titles like “Ten Stupid Things You. Do. To. Mess Up Your. Life” annoying as hell. (Also extra periods in my sentences, but that’s another post.) The last thing I need is some probably. dead person telling me that any state of being I am currently experiencing that is not happiness is all my fault. The dumbest one was “If you aren’t grateful for what you already have, what makes you think you would be happy with more?” Well, if I’m short on something, having more would make me happier, right? I mean, come on.
My gift for you this Sunday is no damn happiness quotes.
Can a near-tragedy help two best friends realize they’re meant to be so much more?
Best friends since grade school, high-powered Chicago attorney, Sean Flaherty, and small-town mayor Megan Mackenzie have always shared a special bond. When Sean is shot by a client’s angry ex, Megan rushes to his side, terrified she’s about to lose her long-time confidant.
Upon his return to River’s Edge to recuperate, Sean discovers that his feelings for his pal have taken an undeniable turn for the romantic. While Megan struggles with an unfamiliar longing for Sean, she worries that he may be mistaking a safe place to land for love.
Can Sean help her realize that they are truly meant to be so much more than friends?
The best thing I read all week was a recipe for Chicken Au Jus. And the book I’m writing which is brilliant, brilliant, I’m telling you. Also the directions to my spiralizer. Note to self: Find a good book to read that you’re not actually writing.
I am re-blocking Nita and having a marvelous time. Any task that involves graph paper and colored markers is My Kind Of Job. Also, appalled though I am to see school supplies in the stores already, I am delighted to report that there are school supplies in the stores already. I don’t need any. office supplies, but come on, it’s for work.
Krissie bought me a pack of colored Sharpies the last time she was here and I’ve been working them like crazy, trying to track the echoes in Nita. “Echoes” is not a technical term, but “motif” isn’t right for this and repetition is too general. What I’m talking about here, folks, is a scene that recurs, shifting each time to arc a character or plot point. For example . . .
Today is Embrace your Geekness Day. If that takes too much energy, it’s also French Fries Day. I find it takes me no effort at all to consume French fries, geek or no geek, although I am a fiction geek, so geek it is. And you?
I need to post something insightful for a change, or at least interesting, but it’s taking all my energy just to put up with the normal little stuff I’m dealing with here, so you’re getting random little stuff. You can just skip this post. It has no fiber or vitamins whatsoever, probably because of that bastard, Tom Hiddleston.