My one… my only… my Precious
You’d think I was talking about a the ring of mordor. But sadly I am not. I am talking about my new USB internet stick. Yesterday morning, my internet went down along with my phone line, much to my dismay. I couldn’t access my email, no biggie I thought, I could just get the hubs to check. But then the horrors of all horror hit me. I can’t access twitter! O.M.G. I used to think, twitter was a bit lame. I mean, I can’t say anything interesting on Facebook, so why would I need twitter? Well that’s the beauty of it all. I can say silly and irrelevant things and that’s okay! I can have a conversation with a random stranger, and not in a creepy way! (I’m having a love affair with exclamation points atm.)
So, point being. I can’t do without my socials. I am a slave to its whim and I don’t care. *huggles USB stick close* You were so worth the money… I don’t care that my husband is rolling his eyes at me. He doesn’t understand our connection.
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Because it’s Dirty Beautiful
My newest book has hit the *virtual* shelves. I am chuffed about all this and feel very newbish to this all. After a few years in hiatus I have found a place for my contemporary piece and I couldn’t be happier where it landed. You can check it out here.