Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue...

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This, this, this is stuck in my head and it perfectly correlates with the book I am working on. Not the one I'm synopsizing (I am still not sure if this is a real word or just one of my favorite made up words) or the one I'm proofing. Or the ones I'm plotting. But the one I was meh--sorta writing--but now am BAM! WRITING! <~~~neon. And since I have not done follow up books to an original novel since either Big Bad or We Kill Dead Things (I'll have to check those dates) I am excited about writing a book number two that includes characters from a book number one.

Did that make sense? No? Sorry.

Anyway, not too much coffee. I had only one cup. But I did sleep late and recharge my battery, I did get fed a nice breakfast by the man, I did finally get to take his royal fatness for a walk and I did write 1,300 surprise words in the book that's got me singing New Order so...must just be in a good mood.

Speaking of a good mood, I also got a notification that Angry Sex rec'd a 4 star rating from TwoLips Reviews. Yay for that! I did not actually read the review (per my boycott on such things because I tend to find something...anything to worry about) as much as skim it, so...hope it's good. :)

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. There seems to be a big debate online about the opening line to Bizarre Love Triangle. I always thought that my blog title was the opening line. Others seem to think it's 'Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bow of gloom". Anyone own the album with lyrics?