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CHANGE OF ADDRESS

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Megan

Sleeping Epiphany

I complain way too much about how little sleep I get [I know that, I just CANNOT STOP!], but it's in the in-between stages of sleep/not-sleep when I get ideas (or realize I did my financial math wrong, but that's not a romance. Oops).

Last night or this morning, not sure which, I figured out the hero and heroine for my next book, which I am going to try to embed in my current book, kind of a jumping-off point. My hero is going to be waaaayyy Alpha. I like those Alphas. I like writing them a lot, too--allows me to live vicariously confident and kick-ass through them as opposed to the confrontational wimp I am in real life.

I still haven't found another book to start reading--the Regency-set historical I tried just wasn't cutting the mustard, so to speak, so I'm dumping it before I berate myself for wasting time.

I am thinking about picking up the next book [that I haven't read] in Barbara Hambly's Benjamin January series because she never, ever disappoints. And I always find a word I don't know within the first three pages.

In other news, I am still dull. Dull, dull, dull. But at least I am not miserably cold. Just dull.

Stuff, Churning

Grump. Grump, grump. GRUMP!

Oh, but wait:

I'm over at the Riskies today, come join me.

Megan

Self-Aggrandizing Moi

I am a good woman.

I say this because I got Borat from the library for me and the Likes Uncomfortable Situation Comedy Way More Than I Do Spouse to watch. I am expecting I'll spend most the movie grimacing.

Writing is going well, I say guardedly (note: Stephen King said "The road to Hell is paved with adverbs.").

Reading is not going well. I tossed a book after two chapters because I just didn't care if these people got together or not. My TBR shelves are mocking me. I am not sure what to choose next.

AND CAN I SAY I AM SO TIRED OF WEARING MY WINTER COAT?!? IT'S APRIL, PEOPLE!
[I know. The weather is a) a boring topic b) not controllable and c) predictable in blogdom. But still.]

My Torture Continues

So the Seven Year-Old hasn't watched the darn movie in years and years, but still, I've had The Lion King's "Hakuna Matata" going through my head for the past week.

Maybe I should start listening to Metallica.