Anna happens to be my inspiring and talented critique partner, and the only person who has ever or will ever read the eight-thousand-year history of my novel’s world. She was polite enough to say it was interesting.
The only stipulation I gave Anna for this blog post was that the language had to be PG rated, and she came so close to succeeding. I only had to star out one word.
Anna, over to you to talk about yourself in third person.
It’s always exciting to get packages in the mail, and the best way to ensure this is to buy yourself presents.
Recently I bought myself a present that (I fondly imagine) is currently winging its way across the ocean. I’m not sure I could have waited for it to get here, so fortunately I arranged a sneak preview.
Gratitude is a wonderful thing, as I understand it. It makes you feel better about life and generally gives you the fluffy bunnies. Today I want to talk about things I’m grateful for. But not just any things.
If you look around, the world seems like a big, scary place full of stalkers, crazies, and people out to take advantage of you. Plus a few Nigerian princes who really really want to give you a fortune.
With all the people you meet online and in real life, you need a quick way to determine who is trustworthy and who is lying about wanting to give you an inheritance from a great aunt you never knew existed.
I have a simple system for deciding who to trust that has very rarely let me down.