Twitter, man. I think of all kinds of things to post but then talk myself out of it. For two reasons: as if anyone wants to read that or I don't feel like sitting in front of my computer right now.
Could I just retweet everything? Is that bad form? It's not plagiarism, that I know. Probably is bad form. It's not terribly original that's for sure.
It's my anniversary today - 22 years. What? And I still like my husband. I believe he still likes me. I use like because it's an important word in relationships. I love my daughter, I love my mother, I love my sister, I love my husband. Do I like my sister? Yeah, most of the time, but sometimes not so much. Do you like yours? Think about it. I actually like my husband - it's a big deal.
I recently joined a book club. Fancy. I know. We read The Husband's Secret by Liane Moriarty. I love HEAs. This book was difficult for me. Right until the bitter end I thought things were gonna work out. Then BAM. They don't. Not really. Don't want to give out any spoilers but... I just really wanted the truth to come out for the characters, not for the reader in the epilogue. Don't get me wrong. It was a great read. Moriarty's female characterizations are sharp and honest, I laughed out loud often. Pick it up. You won't be disappointed, unless you're a die-hard happy-ender, then maybe you'll be a tad disappointed.
So. That's it for me. Felt like rambling today. Probably I shoulda just tweeted something.
I'm attempting to become published. Sometimes, I