soooooooo I continue to be unavailable for most things because here’s a little story how my life got turned, flipped upside down. Within the past 5 days* I:

  • have flown TO chicago
  • have flown FROM chicago
  • got surprise tickets to the NHL Draft
  • walked past some very well dressed young men as they bit their nails over said draft (I had primo seats near their “chill” area w/ family
  • (no I did not take pictures)
  • attended an AMAZING convention for the ALA (American Library Association) and met some awesome freaking warriors, let me just tell you.
  • No, let me tell you.
  • witnessed some friends win awards for their books
  • talked to some immensely cool people about my book
  • drove 4 hours to a Buddhist temple MINUTES after landing from Chicago
  • because I’m working to beautify a temple for
  • which is, without question, amazing
  • spent the night listening to tree frogs sing
  • ate pancreas, Cameron
  • (please get that reference.)
  • (I did not eat pancreas. I did, however, eat tripe)
  • the Master (what they call the Head Monk) heard I’d eaten it and enjoyed it, and made sure I had hot soup with tripe waiting for me at 10pm
  • …and durian cakes :D
  • the Master greeted me this morning with the most perfect damn cup of coffee I’ve ever drank in my life
  • various acolytes (con) of this temple brought me food and would. not. stop. feeding me.
  • they’re very grateful I’m going to “beautify” the temple
  • I was allowed into a memorial for the former Master (personal friend of HRH Dalai Lama) and my hostess was water- eyed as she showed me all of his things and told me about him
  • and then…
  • THEN.
  • gente, I saw the former Master’s GARDENING EQUIPMENT encased in glass and couldn’t swallow past the lump in my throat
  • she told me about how he loved to garden until he couldn’t, and none of them know enough to keep his personal garden up
  • she showed me a weed-strewn former plot, most plants overcome with die-back or weeds
  • two of the con told me their refugee story from Vietnam as it fell in 1975 and how the old Master brought them in, fed them, housed them, and helped them become who they are today and I MUST MAKE IT PERFECT.
  • have just gotten home from driving back four hours in a rainstorm with no A/C
  • must hit all 3 maintenance garden clients tomorrow
  • pack for two + a cat tomorrow
  • leave Thursday am for Nashville for the Game of Thrones convention where I’m a panelist
  • oh crap, get my notes together for the 6 panels I’m on
  • so I’m a little worn out, but it’s a cool worn out?
  • Anyway. Please don’t expect an immediate reply? Cuz ya ain’t getting one. :)
* prior to this I moved 14 tons of compost/soil in one day, 3.5 tons of rock in one day, and spent 4 days digging a two foot deep trench that was 60+ feet long and repaired a sprinkler system. It's been 100F+ So.
[tumblr: stoneyboboney but I'm mostly on Twitter in the summer, same handle]
Third novel (And It Came To Pass) out, is well-received, am pleased. My dad actually started reading it and mentioned specifically how "shocked" he was that I got how guys act with each other (specifically the missionaries joshing around, etc.). I blinked a bit, then responded, "It's almost like it's my job to make things realistic on the page." What I SHOULD have said was, "Weird how I, a mere woman, could accurately portray men on a page but most male writers cannot." Anyway, I bet he stops when it gets to the romance. BUT THAT IS A-OKAY. FIRST FAMILY MEMBER TO ATTEMPT TO READ ANYTHING I'VE PUBLISHED.

It got all the way to #80 on Amazon's Romance bestsellers list and sold out of the initial order they placed with my publisher, which is very awesome! It's still on sale at Amazon (as in, 23% off cover price) with free Prime shipping, if you're interested. Orrrrrrrr: ask your local library to get a copy, saving you money and helping me in turn! NICE. (You can also get it from Target, iBooks, Indiebound, Book Depository, etc etc.)

I'm running a series of blog posts over the next week and change about my Mormon family, romance, and other things, for those interested. Today it's about my grandma (who I've mentioned before back on LJ) who was forced to "eternally divorce" her One True Love, my bio-grandad who died when my father was 9 months old, in order to be temple-sealed to her second husband. Ultimately it's about why romance matters, because it does. I get really tooth-grindy when people roll their eyes at the genre. Is there garbage in the genre? Of course! There is in ALL genres. But there seems to be a particularly misogynistic flavor to the derision of romance novels. Read on here.

And lastly, who's got two thumbs and was hired this week by some Buddhist monks to prepare the temple gardens for a visit from the Dalai Lama in September? THIS GAL. 



My next book comes out on Thursday. I'm a little nervous because a lot of balls got dropped along the way (it happens), but this is a SUPER IMPORTANT story to me. (The missionary comes out/falls in love story.) It's so much better than it was before. ANYWAY, the point of this post.

I'm going all in, submitting articles to major papers, etc., and reaching out to authors who could possibly add a blurb to bolster support. One of those authors is a woman named Carol Lynn Pearson. If you're not LDS, that means nothing. If you are...  She wrote a children's book (that became a musical) called My Time on Earth. I loved that book as a kid. I still have my copy from when I was four. It explains everything about what it was to grow up female and Mormon.

Her husband came out in the early 80s, she let him have a "rumspringa" to find love like she had for him (cue my tears), he contracted AIDS, and she nursed him until he passed and wrote about the experience of him being a believing Mormon but gay, called, "Goodbye. I love you." She's stayed Mormon because she wants to make it better for women and LGBT members. She's in her late 80s now. I love her.

I sent her my book and asked if she'd be willing to read it, and if so, if she'd be willing to submit a blurb.

Today (too late for first printing, but not too late for PR work!) I got this:
"And It Came To Pass is a raw and powerful story revealing two things: gay people fall in love just like everybody else, and we as Mormons have a way to go in understanding this."
She then sent me best wishes and commented on how this story enhances people's understanding of love, and that's when I had to put my head down and have a happy little cry.

My dad told me today that a woman for whom he tunes her piano, asked if I wrote "The Bones of You" because it was really good, and when he told her about AICTP, she ordered it on Amazon right then and there. I just really want this book to find its audience, omg.

(And btw, due to reasonable requests, I made an ULTIMATE GUIDE to my podcast Oh My Heck! where I talk about Mormonism, etc., and also will be featuring interviews with former members who FELL IN LOVE ON THEIR MISSIONS omg, and that's RIGHT HERE. And please, if you listen and enjoy, would you consider leaving a starred review on iTunes or a review? Or on SM? It helps me quite a lot, actually. <3)
 (I'm focusing on happy things because I spent all day digging and planting, and flowers are good at making you feel better)
  • I'll be at RT (Romantic Times) convention next week, and it's a huge forum, fun, and if you're in Atlanta, you can come to the Book Fair on Saturday for like $10 and holy smokes, leave with a mini-library. And see me! I will hug you and share chocolates. Just saying
  • I planted 215 plants today, and the owner kept coming outside to coo and ooh and ahh and the neighbors came over, and it made me really happy. (Follow my Instagram @Stoneyboboney for pics, advice, etc.)
  • This summer I'll be at the Con of Thrones (Game of Thrones, duh) convention and be on multiple panels about sexuality and feminism and gender and that's so cool I can't stand it.
  • My podcast--today especially--has inspired multiple people to message me to share their own stories about being taught about their own sexuality and it's really hard to support religion when you know how unfocused it can be about women. But I'm glad people are laughing with me. (I do try to end on a joke.)
Reminder: car accident, I bought the car outright, now I'm in limbo on being paid out for it (and I won't get paid back what I paid because the universe hates me). And ha, the dealership hasn't filed the title change yet I just learned (20 days later, omg) and it takes up to 3 months in Texas, and I don't get paid from the insurance company until the title is in hand and... [deep breath]

SO! My dad is of the mindset that I should lease a car because it's less a month than buying, but I get nervous about monthly payments in the first place. And then, hmm, you lease it, and you always pay a monthly fee? Until you one day buy a car?

ADVICE SOUGHT: LEASING A VEHICLE. Anyone do this? Love it? Hate it? I'm interested in Real People experiences because while I love my dad, sometimes he's a dummy. ;)

ETA [crickets] Well, I stayed up researching and this article on Lifehacker makes a lot of sense, in case anyone [anyone? Buehler?] comes along and is curious for themselves. tl;dr: buying outright is the smart financial move.

Ze Russian

Apr. 18th, 2017 09:31 am
Through one of my regular clients, I met Tanya. Tanya is from Moscow and moved to the States about 7 years ago. She barely spoke English at the time, but has a brilliant mind. She's an engineer. Lovely, kind woman. She also marvels at any and all flowers because apparently she grew up in a highrise apartment building and never really saw things grow before. It's all so marvelous and impossible to her.

She takes lunch breaks to visit me on Mondays in my client's garden to pick my brain. She takes pictures of things and sends them to her family back in Moscow so they can see what roses look like, etc. 

I like her. She's so, so kind and so fascinated by what she doesn't know. What's not to like? Well, she has this deeply ingrained habit of apologizing. She's always so sorry, Laura, so sorry to trouble you, so sorry I do not know this thing, so sorry to ask, so sorry my picture isn't so clear, oh, sorry, please, forgive me but... I can tell she's honestly troubled by "bothering" me, too. This isn't a language tic.

I'm going to work for her at her home tomorrow, and had gone to her home (back when I still had the Subaru, sob sob) to measure, etc. She wanted to show me her backyard, and as we went inside to get out back, she huffed an angry noise at herself and turned to me to say, "I'm so sorry it is so messy inside."  There was an unfolded blanket on her sofa.

When she heard about my car accident, she was the first to message me. "Are you well? Do you need my car? Can I help?" She's so dear, right? But the apologizing... Oh, I didn't mention Victor, her Russian partner who does nothing. He contributes nothing to their shared home, he does no work around the home, but he smiles at me, he's polite when he does speak, and he stands there with his hands in his pockets while Tanya works and learns and apologizes and asks permission for everything.

She wants me to teach her how to grow roses. I think we'll have some Deeply Meaningful lessons on pruning diseased wood and how to encourage healthy growth...
 March 31, after working 8 hours outside in 2 landscapes (one is an actual-fact estate and it's going to be so gorgeous when I'm finished, I can't even, and the second one is Champagne Sandy's and it's already is gorgeous, I thank you very much) and only 75 yards from my apartment, a kid turned into me and punctured my wee-almost-a-junker Honda's radiator and hood. 

Because I "hit him" from behind (he was in an F-350, ffs. He just didn't SEE me) it seemed like the car was a loss. I had the cheapest insurance possible--no collision, because the car wouldn't be worth more than $1500 in a trade-in, and that's generous. Why spend that or more in insurance premiums for who knows how long?

April 1, I bite the bullet and dip into my savings and buy a car outright. It was new-to-me, but not brand new, my cute little Subaru Crosstrek. I got a good deal on it, basically paying what the dealership paid to acquire it AND got them to throw in custom leather inside, because cloth seats + a landscaping job = gross. I was feeling pretty proud of myself! That was a big chunk of change outright, but I literally never spend anything on myself, and I knew I needed a better car for hauling plants than my Honda, haha.

Kate, the Little Beep-Beep (as my youngest and I have christened her) is awesome. In one run, I managed to fix something like 7 flats of perennials (that's the tray with all the wee plants in it, usually 18 - 21 plants per tray), 4 shrubs, 140 pounds of soil, my tools, and a TREE. Subarus = they're awesome.

April Fool's came late, a week and a day, because on Monday the 10th, a kid plowed into me and shoved me into another car.  I had 8 shrubs in the car at the time, and they all joined me in the front. Well, one got wedged underneath the driver's seat (that's how hard this kid hit me. A WOODY FULL-SIZED SHRUB disappeared under my seat). Totaled.  And they won't give me what I paid. (I'm negotiating. I'm also asking for lost wages for the day and the cost of those shrubs, which are $50 apiece for crying out loud!). And let's just take a moment to say how great it was that I didn't have my damn shovels and shears in the car with me at the time (they were at the job site).

Then Smidgen (my little tortie) went into decline and it turns out she was in ketoacidosis and has diabetes and (of course) is atypical presenting, so she's been in and out of the Pet ER for the past few days, and BOY AM I GLAD I DON'T SPEND MONEY ON MYSELF. (And I didn't go to the hospital after the accident because I don't have insurance and knowing my luck, they wouldn't cover it, so I'm very grateful for Ace Bandages and acetaminophen.)

She's not a dog, but it fits the country/western narrative.


(I'm fine. I have a roof over my head. I have a rental car for now. When everything shakes out, I just might not be able to get a newish car like I had and I'll remember not to reach for the sun. Signed, Icarus. Oh, and my author copies of my third book came this week right after I got back from dropping Smidgen off at the vet and I couldn't enjoy it because my little friend is so sick. :( Spare a nice thought for her, if you would.)
Hey! So. This is different, eh? I don't know how likely I am to post here, but I'm trying to add all of my LJ friends-list back so I can keep up with you. I think we all moved to a state of lurking, eh?

I'm most active on Twitter and Tumblr these days. (Twitter - politics, hockey. Tumblr - pretty pics). Oh! I have a podcast where I talk about all the Mormon stuff from the past, etc. and you can find that on Stitcher, iTunes, Google Play, etc. "Oh My Heck!" and there are direct downloads at my author page, too. 

Hmm, I started ghostwriting a few years ago and (usually) enjoy it. My third novel is coming out on May 18th. It's based off that short story I shared with my flist 10 years ago, about the Mormon missionaries. That was about 20K and this novel is 75K, so a lot more story. We even go into the families, and I'm not gonna lie: I like the novel version so much I can't stand it. (You can check it out here on Amazon. Note: any book you buy from my publisher up to the date of publication comes with a free eBook, for those who like free things.)

Older two kids in college, youngest graduates in 2 years, life marches on? HI GUYS. I MISS THE HALCYON DAYS OF LJ.
That's going to be a hard-no on the agreement. I'm migrating to Dreamwidth, Stoney321, but I doubt I'll update much, just as I do currently.

However, I'm very active on Twitter and Tumblr, @Stoneyboboney in both places, and my pro-author Tumblr is @itslaurastone.

If you'd like to stay in touch, that's how.

I'll be purg1ng this journal shortly. Typo on purpose in case they jump the gun on folks like me mentioning this.
(I originally posted this on my Tumblr, but I know many of you aren't over there. Also, I thought it would be nice to have something positive over here for a change instead of my absence/worrying.)

Today I spoke to a neighborhood garden club where the youngest member was in her 60s. They were dressed to the nines: full hair and makeup, earrings, necklaces, silken jackets, the whole thing. Brunch preceded the meeting. Crystal dishware, the good silver samovars for the coffee and tea, antique silver sugar spoons and cut-glass dishes for the lemons. Bacon-laden frittatas, delicious fruits, pickled tomatoes, Danishes… I didn’t see all of the food available, honestly. And of course, they had decorative name tags. :) (They’ve all been meeting for 15+ years, but name tags make it OFFICIAL.)

These are all deeply southern women with nicknames like “Muffy” and so forth (and they were not all white, which does my Dallas-heart good). They clapped appreciatively when I was announced, nodded and smiled at each other as I listed my bona fides, and then listened attentively as we toured the garden, asking fascinating questions.

One woman was in her late 80s, and her makeup was flawless. The silver-bob, not-a-hair-out-of-place, type. She didn’t walk very well, but the other women were prepared for this and almost fought over who would offer her an arm. She smiled demurely and nodded at this and that as we moved through the tour. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a more queenly woman in my life.

Every now and then I would say something like, “You’re going to have to get your hands dirty or, hey, get a grandchild to do this!” and they would laugh and say, “Oh, we don’t mind getting dirty!” Old-fashioned ladies who have the mindset of a Rosie the Riveter, I tell you. The meeting went on longer than expected, but we were having too much fun.

(And the hostess–my most favorite client ever ever–sent me off with a fantastic bottle of wine as well as payment! I mean!! Best day ever.)

PS: my Instagram is now mostly plants, flowers, videos where I answer questions, if you're interested! @StoneyboBoney)
[livejournal.com profile] ethrosdemon, Kassie, has passed away. I learned this the day of her passing, and with respect to the "details," I only know that she was private about her lingering illness and that her family isn't having a service/to do about it. I'm not seeking more information that wasn't mine to know.

Our relationship ended about six years ago, over differing opinions on fandom, how we each wanted to talk about it and write about it, and that led to the creation of what Hey, Don't Judge Me is today. (So thanks for pushing me to get that out there in the world. I've enjoyed writing for that site tremendously.)

When I thought we were ending our working relationship, she evidently meant our real life friendship. It was a hard pill to swallow for me.

We'd been friends. We talked on the phone regularly. We encouraged each other's writing. (I loved her writing. It was how we became friends, that damn epic RPS with everyone from the CW and beyond.) We had some really intense disagreements, but one thing about our arguments: she fought with me because she respected me. If she didn't care about what I had to say, she wouldn't have wasted her energy arguing, you know? That's who she was.

I've been trying to put my feelings together for losing someone who had been a close friend, privy to all my private real life issues, but someone who had walked away from me. And you know what? It doesn't matter in the end. I'm sorry for her family and friends. She was bigger than life in a lot of ways, elbowing her way into conversations because she had something interesting to say, but if she elbowed her way into your life, it was because she thought you were worth her time in that moment.

I'll take that. Rest in peace, Kassie.
but couldn't because of family health issues?

Turns out Instagram is a GREAT way for me to get back to that: answering questions from regular people and helping folks save money, water and energy by learning what to do (and what not to do).

IF YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO ANSWER ANY OF YOUR QUESTIONS ABOUT THE LANDSCAPE, FOLLOW THIS LINK, double tap (if you're on your phone) and leave me a question in the comment section. Questions can range from pest management, trees, lawn, flowers, veggies, perennials, and "What's that bug?"

Gardening makes me so happy, but helping other people be happy in the garden is EVEN BETTER. <3

(Feel free to spread this to any and all, btw! And follow me on IG for more gardening tips, tricks, etc.)
If you know that reference, we're probably related/best friends.

MIA again, but I realized that not everyone migrated to other sites with me, so an update of sorts:

Book 2, Bitter Springs, is coming out on December 3rd. It's an historical PoC M/M, and I got a glowing review from Publisher's Weekly that left me lightheaded with relief. I finally feel like I've truly found my writing voice, and it was a HUGE relief for them to say:

Simple, clean storytelling and an uncomplicated plot keep the story quietly intimate. Stone (The Bones of You) walks the fine line of keeping her protagonists traditionally masculine but never posturingly macho, and they're often vulnerable with each other and gentle with the horses.

There's a free book giveaway going on--five copies up for grabs--and if you click above, you can enter to win one.

When the book is released, I'll be going on a "virtual book tour" to about 25 different book review blogs to talk about the book, and while that may not be your cup of tea, at every "stop" there's yet another chance to win a copy of my book as well as a $25 gift certificate to the Interlude Press store. (The stops will be on my Official Author Page, for those tracking.) Also, there will be a free short story on my page that ties into the Bitter Springs world, a story from the POV of the Mescalero Apache character, and I agonized over writing these two things because I wanted to be respectful to the culture and also have an engaging story for people to read. [deep breath]

Also, remember the short story I wrote years ago about the Mormon missionaries? That's going to be published this coming spring, 2016. :) (Good timing with the recent BS the LDS church just splattered on the world, eh?)

Basically I'm doing everything I can to hustle and make writing a career (there's a lot of stuff I can't talk about yet but I'm super excited for what's to come), and if you want to keep up with me more on the regular, I'm at Tumblr (my goofy, regular ol' me one or my Author Page, which isn't boring I promise, it just doesn't update often) or at my official Author Blog.
Life is getting far better for me since the last time I posted, but I still find it hard to make my way over here with regularity. [I'm usually on Tumblr, Twitter or IG when I have food/wine to share.)

My book came out on Nov 18, and has been doing well. However, this morning I woke up to a review of it in USA Today, so that's got me freaking out in the best of ways. (They loved it.) So that's a rec from USA Today, Romantic Times, and Publisher's Weekly. Yeah, pretty proud of it. :)

Time to get my nose back down to work on Book 2. <3
Guys, I just hate LJ. I had a long post written out, and it deleted it.


I'm never here to post. I'm just not. It's a ghost town. I read your posts, but I'm not posting. I'm on Tumblr, HDJM, or Twitter. This website has just become cumbersome where there are faster methods of disseminating information for me.

Life has been almost more than I can handle, but I am.
Getting divorced
getting published
getting regular work
getting awesome reviews from Publisher's Weekly (which, they get 15,000 books a month to review. They only review 7,000 a YEAR. And I'm one of them--they're not always positive reviews, either.)
getting nominated for some pretty sweet literary awards that I can't detail just yet, as well as being shortlisted for others yet to be determined
I've signed for book 2 & 3

I haven't had a lot of support in my life, and this publishing venture was a surprising mix of "yay!" and "this is a terrible idea" from the people in my life, and all I have to say is I'm happier and feeling more accomplished than I ever have, so.

If you're still reading, hey! You're awesome! Sorry I'm not here much. I'm super prolific elsewhere, though. *shrug*
ever since I got my new MacBook, meaning I lost Seamagic, I forget to post to LJ. That little purple icon on my desktop was my connection here. =/

It's been a while, let's see:

  • Life is stressful, but it's always stressful

  • Life is awesome, but it's always awesome

  • I read the Captive Prince books (trilogy, only 1&2 are out) and really enjoyed them, aside from them being somewhat rapey, but that's what you get with a slave fic, right? I didn't read the fine print. But! I still really liked the world building and am invested in the characters, so I'll be reading #3

  • I wrote about playing Hip Hop during church (when I was a Gospel Doctrine teacher) and that might amuse you. :)

  • I tweeted the new ChuckD song, got retweeted by him, and am now being followed by loads of Hip Hop twitter accounts, and I feel like this gives me street cred, lol /whitewoman

  • I posted a recipe on my blog in which I get increasingly frustrated and drunk (because of who I was cooking with. The recipe - one pot pasta - was super straightforward and easy)

  • I need a haircut. I also need a buddy who lives on my block so I can go have lunch and talk gay protagonists while sipping mojitos =/

I'm about to fall over from exhaustion, but a quick check in since I haven't posted in quite some time.

1. I'm fine!
2. I'm busy! (It's a good busy)
3. I've taken #2 on an excursion to look at schools for when she graduates next year.
4. I'm mostly on Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram (lots of vacay pics!) or my blog. Sorry. I crave the communication.
5. This morning I was on YouTube for a live chat with Interlude Press to talk with two of their other debut authors about our books. There was fond reminiscing about getting schnockered with [livejournal.com profile] dovil in San Francisco, a shout out for how fandom is awesome and people who minimize it have no problem with "normalizing" dudes who stand half naked in warpaint at football games and have fantasy football teams, because let's get real. Fandom shame is dumb.
6. [livejournal.com profile] crazydiamondsue said my hair was on point, so I have that going for me. :)
7. Imma crack open a bottle of wine, watch Mexican cinema, and fall asleep. Hopefully in that order.
So, I'm publishing a book this fall, and it's an older piece of fanfiction that I reworked to be publishable. It's not a case of me "filing off the serial numbers" or just c&p-ing the names, but was a month of me cutting out huge chunks, reimagining all of the characters and their stories, and working that back into the framework. Dialog had to change, situations and locations had to change, too. I'm incredibly proud of how it turned out.

CLICK HERE ON MY HOME PAGE to see the beautiful cover art (it's a wraparound!) and read a few excerpts.

And come noon, CST today, there will be a second post with another excerpt and images of the protagonist, Oliver. (He's super handsome.)

ION, I started Krav Maga lessons yesterday and am sore as hell. I have a massive crush on my instructor, but she's so nice! She gave me all sorts of praise and let me punch and kick her. MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN. Lol.

ION 2, because of the promotions for HDJM's Game of Thrones posts, our readership has grown to the thousands. It's amazing. And everyone has been respectful of the spoiler-phobic. We still manage to have great discussions without ruining the fun.

And we've added Orange Is The New Black (and I'll be recapping The Leftovers once that starts), if you're looking for something to read this summer.
and that it was too much to talk about, which is an understatement. May was just a shit month, full stop.

But Sally Girl meant a lot to our family, to me, and to some of you, and I finally got to a place where I could laugh about things, and this is how I heal: laughing and talking about it.

Post with great pics of our sweet girl and laughter amongst the tears, as is appropriate.

I see my posts here dwindling, honestly. There's not a lot of interest, and I'm more active elsewhere. I won't abandon this entirely, but it would be a lie to say this is my first, second, or even third most active locale. Just as a head's up. Big news will still be posted here, but I don't know that I'll post daily or maybe even weekly on LJ. I'm moving my pro blog into the sphere of home base. It's just easier for me.


Jun. 11th, 2014 12:49 pm
Catching up with everyone. We all good? Crappy? Hungry? All three in various degrees? SAME.

If you haven't seen my previous posts, then let me remind you that I'm gearing up my professional writer blog (BECAUSE COME NOVEMBER, I WILL BE A PHYSICAL BOOK IN A BRICK AND MORTAR PROFESSIONAL WRITER, HEY HEY NOW!) with regular posts to drum up an audience.

1. Mormon Mondays, posted every Mon.
2. Trade Day Tuesdays, posted once a month where folks can pimp their projects, recs, etc. Hopefully this will gain traction and we'll all be a great big sharing community of things that are awesome.
3. Writing Wednesday, every Wed. [LINK IS FOR TODAY], and this isn't me trying to tell you how to write, but simply talking about the process and most importantly: ENCOURAGING YOU IF YOU NEED IT, because that's how I roll. (Ex: one guy from the HDJM comments section is now inspired to write, so he's checking in with me because don't we all need head pats? Of course! I can do that for you, too!)
4. Throwback Thursday, every week, random hilarity/music/what have you
5. Free For All Friday, WINE. CHEESE. MAYBE PR0NY PICS OR LINKS. It's a wildcard. like me.

HEY. I am hungry like nobody's business, but I'm waiting for my girls to get their buns downstairs so we can go eat. TEENAGERS, pfft.

ION, I was carded at the liquor store yesterday, and I don't even care if the guy was smarmy and salesman-ish, because I WILL TAKE THAT. That shizz will fuel me like nobody's business.

ION 2, I've been posting a bunch of TW fic lately, including the latest one this weekend, an Amnesia/fake-pretend relationship fic called BLACK OUT DAYS. I'm having a lot of fun playing in that fandom, I have to say. The show is kind of crap in that the writing isn't good or cohesive, but the ACTORS. They are giving 110% (which is mathematically impossible and yet) and are so pretty and just trying to subvert their creator at every turn. I approve. And when I don't: I fic.

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