To tell you the truth, I have nothing to talk about today that's important. All I can talk about is how miserable I am because of the weather outside. Wouldn't it be great if Mother Nature was a real person so that we could knock the living daylights out of her and tell her to take hike? No, maybe say something like if you don't change the weather, we'll crush you like a bug until you won't be able to breathe.
That seems fair right?
Anyways, the worst part about the snow is that I have to be the one that shovels it. I hate shoveling. Hey, maybe when I get published I'll be able to pay someone to shovel the snow off the sidewalk. That would be great.
Anyways, I just finished the last twenty pages of my new novel Addicted.I'm hoping I'll be finished with it by March so I could start rewriting my first YA novel 'The Electric eel Bandit.'
Until Next time...