It's a crazy time of year...

I’ve been meaning to write this blog for ages, but it seems all my energy has been directed to holding my breath until the Inauguration of #46 happened. After January 6, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Now that we’re facing the farce (because the weenie Repubs not only have no balls, they’re spineless as well) of #45’s impeachment trial, I’m back to a slow simmer of worry and anger. Add in the Pandemic, and boy howdy, I’m hanging on by my fingernails.

Which leads me to an email I received today, in which the writer informed me I had misspelled “exhilaration.” Now, I know how to spell the durned word, but I’ll be switched if I’m going to read every bloomin’ word in this blog and website to find it. I have a suspicion the email was designed to get me to buy a spell checker program, which ain’t gonna happen. Quite often, I misspell words on purpose, making them more colloquial or the way I want them to sound in dialect. Not the case here, I’m sure, but sheesh. Get a life, lady.

Am almost finished with the third Tal Jefferson book, which remains Unknown Soldier for now. I’m almost settled on Debt of Honor, but that will kick it out of the Doors’ discography. Have to think on it some. Need to get it and my edited thriller, Deadly Devotion, to my wunderkind cover designer. Thanks, Carolyn Greene, for the title!