I'm still a woozy floozie. Well, not the floozie part.
But it's to be expected I 'spose. Anyway, despite a flippy stomach, we took the offspring to an arboretum to see a butterfly exhibit and I must say, not only was it beautiful and romantic, but inspiring. To me, butterflies signify a re-birth or renewal of life, so with all the questions suffocating me over the last few weeks, I now feel it's time to let go of some things and move forward.
-I eat too much ice cream. I'm sure my insides are made of Oreos and sugared milk. I'm okay with that.
-I admit, I sing along to Hannah Montana songs but have a softer spot for Demi Lovato.
-There's a very real possibility my writing journey will take a drastic turn from YA fiction to adult nonfiction via the coolest GWG evaaaa.
-There's also a very real possibility Candyland might teach YA Novel Writing For Beginners.
-I made a new editor friend via a contest I lost (go figure) and she is #funcie and #mynewbfffff.
-My hair grew rather large today re: the heat. Russell Brand would be jealous.
Sorry to be incredibly vague, but that's all I can give you for now *grins*
I hope to clarify in the coming days but until then, my favorite butterflies of all.
Candyland Out. (But my food is in.)
P.S. Tomorrow is Literary Crush Blogfest with special guest blogger, the hubs. I think I hear my pool boy calling...