TODAY’S BREW: Pumpkin Spice. Screw you, summer.
(They are all by Julie, as Kristen is in my favorite place, England, and I do all the work now. ALONE. I miss your musk, Kristen.)
Kristen comes home on Running Home’s release day. BIG, EXCITING DAY. I will get all sappy and let you all know that I miss her, and I need her to come home now.
Also, I am a lot like that bride that plans her wedding too long, and now the anticipation is just annoying, and I want this goddamn book to come out fast. LIKE FAST LIKE RIGHT NOW THIS SECOND FAST. Thank God it is right around the corner, and despite the speedbumps we are still experiencing, it is still right around the corner.
RUNNING HOME WILL BE REAL AND BREATHE HOT, STINKY BREATH ALL OVER ALL OF YOU LIKE A HIDEOUS MONSTER THAT YOU CAN’T QUITE IMAGINE AWAY.
While I still cannot believe people want to read this thing, I, like all authors probably, imagine the cover blown up to six feet tall and as wide, hanging over my couch to look at every morning, and all day. I shall take down the pictures of my children to make room, and make it glow in the dark, and sing to me when I feel blue.
BUT I SHALL NEVER FEEL BLUE AGAIN BECAUSE I HAVE A BOOK OUT. A REAL LIVE BOOK THAT I WROTE AND IT SHALL HAVE PAGES AND A BINDING AND ALL THAT STUFF THAT BOOKS HAVE.
If this post seems a bit on the lunatic, discombobulated side, it is. This is what happens to me when the Brains of the operation is out of the country. Blame her.