Excuses, Excuses, Excuses

Okay...I'm on a massive writing deadline. I have to have 20,000 words written by Tuesday. I'm at 8,592. You do the math (I'm not good at it so if someone figures it out, let me know how many words I have to write each day) The drinking season starts today. I have to pack for my vacation on Tuesday. I had to write a blog for LSB (it's all about eye candy...pathetic...but there you have it) where I'm at today also. Look people...I'm tired. So here...entertain yourselves with another beer commercial.

Good Intentions

I had good intentions. To write this weekend. To give y'all a brilliant, sexy post to enjoy on this long weekend.

Those intentions were great. Brilliant. They are, sadly, nothing but intentions.

There has been little writing this weekend. Gasp! Say it isn't so, you all cry. It's so. I will get back in gear. I must. Time is ticking away and my werewolves MUST be finished in a week.

My intentions were honorable. Really. There was just no follow through unless you all care that I discovered I am multitalented and can tie cherry stems into knots. Yes...this was my discovery of the weekend. And with vanilla vodka...I can tie the stems much faster.

Update: Task Master T.A.'s first book No Going Home is now available over at LSB. Yay baby! Whooo!!! (jitterbugs around kitchen in utter delight)