Work. Write. Sleep. Repeat.
Rebecca actually took vacation time to stay with me during all this, which means she’ll be staying with me at my place through the week. Until next Monday. I told my brother after I got off work, and I swear I saw him grimace.
But I didn’t. He still hasn’t woken up. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
I’m throwing myself into my writing and work, and as a result of this, Rebecca says I’m scaring her a little. I can’t help it though. If I don’t stay moving and focused on other things, I know what will happen.
This is great for my writing progress. I’ve finished drafting out Amore, the short story I’ll be contributing to the next Bad Girls of Erotica anthology. I’m going to fight like hell to keep it under 10,000 words, and at the end of next year, I’ll release the full expanded version.
I also configured all my books to go on sale on Black Friday, because fuck it why not.
Anyway, that’s all for now.
Back to writing.
I love you all…
“I find the whole concept of women screaming at me so odd. It’s very flattering, but I don’t think I will ever consider myself to be a sex symbol.”
– Ed Sheeran