Currently reading - Kitty and the Dead Man's Hand by Carrie Vaughn
I don't meet the definition of suburban mom. I don't drive a minivan (GK loves going to sports practice in the 'Vette). I don't have the headband keeping my $200 perfectly colored bob out of my face (it's Revlon Colorsilk and a foot of hair comes off tomorrow to be shipped to Locks of Love). And I sure as hell don't feed my kid a macrobiotic diet (nothing like Fruity Pebbles while we're watching TMNT on Saturday mornings).
Yet sadly, my weekend dissolved into a pile of suburban momville crap. Don't get me wrong. I have no regrets over the flag football games, team pictures, my legal protege's baby shower, etc.
Except I didn't even have a minute to write a freakin' BLOG ENTRY, much less making any progress on AVT.
*sigh* New week, right?
More Copyright…
-
Not Really for Fun… Writers who don’t have the time to learn copyright seem
to not like to have it thrust upon them. So most will just skip this and
last n...
10 hours ago
No comments:
Post a Comment