Random Thoughts
1. Why is it so damn difficult to find a decent desk lamp?
2. I’m about to enter into my first, professional editing experience and am terrified and thrilled. I have no idea what’s coming my way, how Dutch will be ripped to shreds, but I’m looking forward to the experience and coming out the other side a better writer for it.
3. The dog stinks. Oh man, like so bad. What a little smelly fucker.
4. My current WIP is coming along quite well. Last night around 2:15 I looked up and found my word count near 8K – I have no idea how that happened, but I’ll take it. This is the story with no magic, just lots of romance between people – humans, in fact! – who have no special powers, don’t work for Death, or make a career of killing folks with nine lives. This is just the simple story of a girl and two guys, which I guess right there, that tiny detail that I tossed out like it’s nothing, makes it hardly simple, especially where love is concerned. But yeah, there are no dragons or poison swords or armies of Imps. Just a girl and two guys.
5. Here’s a little taste – it has no name and is very raw and unedited, so hold your tongue if you catch mistakes:
We were young, sexy, and happy. We were fresh, light, and in love. We fit together, everything about us complimented the other, we were everyone’s ideal. Jackson Rashard Davis and Amal Warrier Naipal. The perfect couple. Until we became a threesome.
“Every woman on this campus takes David Andersen’s course.”
Spoken with amused disdain, and a low growl of a whisper, masculine and deep, meant for my ears only, as if the fact I held Professor Andersen’s syllabus in my hand both bored and disappointed. Any other moment in my twenty-one years of living on this planet, a stranger getting so close, invading my space the way this one did, warm breath on my neck, heat at my back, would have resulted in all kinds of fuckery. But this stranger’s voice did things to me, making it difficult to put up my walls and lash out in irritation, and instead of stepping out of his orbit and away from his invasion, I found myself welcoming it with a slight curve of my mouth and a rasp in my voice.
“That is because every woman on this campus dreams of fucking David Andersen.”
For two beats of reality, I wasn’t living it. For two beats of reality, I stepped outside myself and became someone else. Those two beats became everything.
6. That moment when your reality is about to get turned on its head – I think I’m three steps away from it.
7. And this. Because I’m me and he is David and really, must you ask. #ohmyGandy
And on that note, that insanely sexy and wicked note, I am out of here, bitches. 
