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“The Waitress, the Whiskey & the Handcuffs,” Part 1 of The Ruby Chronicles, is now up at Smashwords for distribution in epub, mobi, pdf and html formats, as well as on Kobo Books and here at the blog!
The price is also down to its original selling point of 99 cents at all distributors.
Up next: Amazon & Bookbaby!
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Summer Paradise”- Simple Plan (feat. Sean Paul)
“The Waitress” is now available for sale at Kobo Books! There’s an intro sale of $1.99 on ’til Monday…
When her crude and offensive employer plays an embarrassing prank on her, Ruby Daniel gets revenge with the help of her mother, whose devious tactics and unrestrained glee in the details of retaliation leave Ruby in awe, and a little fearful of the woman who raised her.
I am so behind on word count in NaNoWriMo that it’s frightening. I have just over 1,000 words clocked. The app tells me that at the rate I’m going, I will hit 50,000 words during the second week in May.
This working full time is cramping my style…
I’m writing the coolest story, though. It’s a horror/end-of-life-as-we-know-it kind of thing and it takes place on a cruise ship. I’m having a difficult time actually typing, because the cat wants to help (I accidentally locked her out for nearly an hour, and she feels I owe her something for that…).
There are things I did as the mother of a toddler, that would totally have embarrassed me to admit, back when my now-all-grown-up little girl was still a toddler. It’s a little embarrassing to admit to those things even now, although she did survive. It’s more surprising that *I* survived, to tell the truth.
Ky was one of those kids that refused to sleep at night. I joke around with new mothers all the time, about how my kid is 20-years-old and hasn’t slept through the night yet. She wanted to sleep during the day, but that was mainly because she didn’t sleep at night. Ever.
Now, I work both locations – the one on the hill, which was the second location I ever worked at. Louie ran it then, before HE had a melt-down and quit (I don’t think he cried in the back room when he did it though, the way I did). His retirement lasted a little longer than mine did — before he came back to manage the location he’s in now.
Really For Real I Swear This is What Came up on the Playlist Random Song-for-the-Day: “What Makes You Beautiful” – One Direction
ROTFL!! Yes, God does have a sense of humour!
I don’t like pants. I like comfort, and pants don’t equate with that. Any pants, really, but some are a little more comfortable than others. Yoga pants, for example, can be worn to work if you’re skinny and old and decidedly not-sexy, so that’s what I wear to the J.O.B., even though there is a strict NO YOGA PANTS policy; it’s right there written in the dress code. I don’t get called out on the dress code, because on me, apparently, yoga pants do not resemble yoga pants. I dare not ask what they do resemble. I don’t want to know.