Swiffering Has To Wait
So much for yesterday's post of feeling adrift because my manuscript is with the editor.
Today, I sat down and wrote a four-page dissertation of everything I need to do over the next six weeks to launch the book (working title Seaside of Love) and all the other cool junk that needs to happen in my author world.
Whew!
I took a break from my desk to walk down to the beach and ran into a surfer who's affectionately known as Insta Bro.
Insta Bro gave me a bear hug and wouldn't let go. "You're such a fantastic woman," he said when he finally released me from his muscular grip. "So many women out there are messed up in the head."
"The check's in the mail."
We've had several conversations over the years and it seems Insta Bro had a gnarly relationship breakup. I told him that women are trouble, that he should steer clear.
He picked up his surfboard, gave me another hug, a salute, and headed for the waves.
Today, I sat down and wrote a four-page dissertation of everything I need to do over the next six weeks to launch the book (working title Seaside of Love) and all the other cool junk that needs to happen in my author world.
Whew!
I took a break from my desk to walk down to the beach and ran into a surfer who's affectionately known as Insta Bro.
Insta Bro gave me a bear hug and wouldn't let go. "You're such a fantastic woman," he said when he finally released me from his muscular grip. "So many women out there are messed up in the head."
"The check's in the mail."
We've had several conversations over the years and it seems Insta Bro had a gnarly relationship breakup. I told him that women are trouble, that he should steer clear.
He picked up his surfboard, gave me another hug, a salute, and headed for the waves.
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