For Whom the Bell Tolls…

In case you haven’t heard, Eldest Spawn and her long-time partner in crime are going to go ahead and make it official.

The Boy proposed New Year’s 2018 – right after midnight – and they’ve been hemming and hawing about a date since then.

Now, with an impending 800 mile relocation, they decided it was best to tie the knot before they leave the homeland.

Being a fairly decent event planner, it’s ended up being my job – which is fine. It keeps the budget (super thin shoestring) in check and keeps other local wedding planners from having to deal with me as MotB.

Because seriously, friends… let’s face it… nobody wants to deal with me in full-blown, big budget, MotB mode. That’s a horror novel waiting to happen.

Sadly, this may mean I fall behind here. My plan is not to but my planning skills are being used elsewhere.

I promise not to forget you’re here and I won’t forget to write – trust me, I’m going to need the down-time.

Until next time, friends…

Celebrate love in the ways that fit your life.
The ones who love you won’t mind and the ones that do mind don’t matter.

Fans or Fame

Book Heart

With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, I wanted to take a minute to just say thank you.

You see… I’ve been on this particular journey for about a decade now and odds are pretty high that, if you’re reading this, you’ve been with me every step of the way. There have been times – though you may not have known it – that I couldn’t have kept going without you.

Dreams of being a famous author are just that… dreams.

Will I keep reaching for them? Sure.

But it’s far more important that you precious few who have been here all along know that your support is far more valuable.

Even when you curse my name.

Even when you grumble about my cruelty.

Even when you stop reading long enough to glare in my general direction no matter where you are.

Still, you keep reading.

You keep asking for more.

And I know I’m doing my job.

Thank you, my friends.