I woke up this morning to a comment on one of my Goodreads reviews. It was some guy trying to get me to buy his book - if you liked this, try mine. Not cool, dude. Even if it was a trad pub and the author is making tons of money, which this wasn't, not cool. Piggybacking your sales off another indie author's work is totally not cool.
It's early and I haven't had enough coffee, so obviously, I'm not too eloquent yet.
I saw the first deer showing her pregnancy. Nice to see the fat bellies starting to arrive. Love me some fawns.
The Night Owl made dinner last night. Chicken Alfredo. It was pretty darn good. And I made a chocolate cake yesterday, so it was like a holiday or something. Which it kinda was because it was the 16th anniversary of the day I met Hubs in person.
I'm trying not to mention the elephant in the room today. I wish it would just go away.
Hubs and I took a walk after dinner, just the two of us. It's not that we don't have any alone time anymore, because Owl is mostly in her room on the computer, but it was nice.
I saw a yellow-bellied sapsucker the other day. I was surprised it hadn't migrated yet. The eagles are already gone.
My hawk scratches are nothing more than pink lines now. If they scar, the scars won't last long.
Yesterday, I saw something on FB about someone threatening an author with one-star reviews if they didn't take down their opinion post. No mention of the author's name, so no chance of boosting them up to defeat the asshole, but a lot of comments from people who wanted to. And comments from people who wanted to shitstorm the asshole. Beware the power of pissed off people stuck at home. By the way, threatening an author with one-star reviews is also not cool.
If this should ever happen to you, get a screenshot of the threat, so if the reviews do start coming, you can send the threat to Amazon and get the reviews removed.
I have no idea what I'm going to do for dinner tonight.
There's an interesting moth fluttering around my bathroom window. Something you may not know about me is I used to have a moth phobia. Not paralyzing fear, but yelping and waving my arms like a fool was not out of the question. They still kind of creep me out, but I spent a lot of time working on it so they don't scare me anymore. Okay, so maybe if one lands on me unexpectedly, I still shriek and go all ninja. Butterflies? No problem. Moths? :shudder: Silly phobias.
Okay, that's it for me today. What's up with you?