I started chapter 4 of my new book today.
I'm feeling quite smart about chapter 3, as it was one of those books that I was snickering to myself as I was writing it. *Sigh* Every time I don't think I can like a new male character as much as the last one, I invent a new one to pine over.
I've got skills. Mad, mad skills. Skills in the "makin' up imaginary dudes to lust after" thing. Don't hate, celebrate, haaaaay.
Ok, I am embarrassing myself. If my niece could hear me now, she'd hang her head in shame.
Brooke Moss.
P.S. Henry rules my world.
