Monday started off on such a good note, but by the time I got home from writing at the cafe, the news out of Boston was smeared across every news outlet. I told GK to expect lots of extra hugs for the next few days whether he liked it or not.
To the asswipe who thought blowing up a bunch of innocent people was cool: I'm not Christian, and my gods are not as kind and forgiving as as Jehovah. May Sekhmet hunt your cowardly form until the end of time. May she feast on your flesh and marrow. And when she's done with you, may Ammit devour your soul and your name forever forgotten. So mote it be.
Cash Streams and Writing Income…
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A Making A Living Mentorship… Kris and I have been talking about this for a
very long time and we are still not going to try it. At the moment, we
haven’t ...
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