I just stumbled across a British psychologist pimping his services in a FB book marketing group. Sure, writers probably do need loads of mental help, and thus, it could be a brilliant strategy for this dude to gain more clients, but I blocked him. Turd. Those groups are for marketing books, not services. Shoo shoo.
I've got cabin fever. (Cue song from Muppet Treasure Island.) I really need to get my lard-ass outside today before I start dancing around in a turban made of fruit.
We found a neat new-to-us show - Touching Evil - with Robson Green. I really do love Robson Green. And those piercing blue eyes... :swoon: The show only ran a couple seasons, but it's really worth watching if you're into gritty crime dramas.
Everything is covered in snow. Which is weird for here. We got about 9 inches worth and it's not warming up enough to melt it quickly. Plus, it's supposed to be freakin' cold again this weekend. Bleh.
On the upside, the cold is making all the critters so fluffy. Cuteness overload. The birds are balls with legs. The deer look like stuffed animals. I want to snuggle them all up. I won't, but I want to. Deer do not LIKE to be snuggled.
I'm at that point in my writing career where I'm doubting everything I've ever done. woot. It happens every now and then, and it will pass.
I've been blocking a lot of people on FB again. Frickin' nutburgers.
Last night, I made pizza for dinner. It's been a while since I did pizza and let me tell ya, I can feel all that kneading this morning. Derp. It was worth it. It always is.
Okay, I think I've run out of witty things to say today. Anything witty on your end?
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