So, I have this oil diffuser I use when I write, and I bought a ton of oils to go with it. Not the cheap oils, mind you, but the $20+ per tiny little bottle oils. The first one I decided to use is Rose Water Bulgarian. The instructions said to put in two small drops, but I didn’t smell anything, so I tried it again with four. Still nothing. I then proceeded to pour half the bottle in.
And now the entire house smells like a wet anus.
Do you know how hard it is to be productive surrounded by the smell of wet anus?
I’m still not back at work, and I’m again using the time to write my little ass off. I started writing Girl Fight today because Deep THOT was beginning to get hijacked by Sara, someone that was supposed to be a supporting character. I brainstormed and came up with a plot, subplot, and plot twist then proceeded to map it out and shot off the cover instructions to my graphics team.
And then I started writing.
I planned a prologue, 11 chapters, and an epilogue, then proceeded to write like a demoness possessed for the next six hours. Currently, I’m sitting at 8,302 words at the end of the ninth chapter, and I doubt I’m done for the night. It’s insane. I’m that much in love with the story, and more importantly, the character Sara. The girl is deep. And kind of fucked up. Well, not kind of. Very. I can completely relate.
My beta readers and editor need to hurry up with the romance book I wrote under a pen name so I can release it and get to work on my next official book, a story set in J.C.s universe. If I somehow manage to completely finish Girl Fight before they return it, I’ll jump back on Deep THOT and the next Quickies Cumpilation after that.
I can’t wait for tomorrow so I can tackle Girl Fight again with refreshed creative energy…
Anyway, dinner time. I love you all, and thank you so much for reading.
It means more to me than you know.
“Software is like sex: it’s better when it’s free.”
– Linus Torvalds