It’s Christmas Eve and it’s got me feeling some kind of way. I’ve never really been big on the holiday, even as a kid, it always stressed me out. I hated having to open presents in front of everyone. I don’t know why but it stressed me out. I remember asking one year if I
I’m sure I’ve said it before but I’m going to say it again: being a “blogger” is really hard work. Especially over the last year, as my loyal readers have noticed considering we’re lucky if I post once a month. While I’m thinking of it: how ya’ll holding up? So many of the blogs that
It all started in a Scholastic book fair, like most things did in the 90’s. That book fair was pretty much the greatest thing in the history of the universe. Do they still do them? They do. Apparently they are a nightmare for the people at the school running it but it’s Christmas come early
It’s Sunday, already? How the ever-loving hell did that happen? This time last week I was freaking out about my book being born into the world and now it has happened! If you haven’t picked up a copy yet, you probably should. You can do that by clicking here. It’s okay, I’ll wait. Things were
Somewhere With Regret 