So the short kid and I were playing with Paint:
Can you imagine how much I could procrastinate if I had a real graphics program? I could make bad Poser dolls of my whole family. Woohooo!
Anyway. I’ve got a couple really, really great reviews of 72 Hours coming up, but they don’t go up on the review sites until the 10th, so I can’t share them yet. But they’re good! I also have ATV pics to share, too, but they were “real film” pics and I haven’t unburied the scanner yet.
And look what Heather said in the reviews at mybookstoreandmore.com:
72 HOURS is one of the BEST books I’ve read this year!This is a kickass book, packed with emotional punch, laughs and sexual tension so hot it leaps off the page.
One thing that surprises me—the wait is still agonizing. I thought it would get better, but it’s been eight days since I sent Sparky in and it’s killing me! I know. Eight days. Shut up, Shannon. But it’s weird how much mental time I waste dwelling on it now. I thought that was one of the things that would fade with a couple of books. Heaven help me if I knock on NY’s door again, huh?
Anyway…I’m going to try really, really hard not to play with Paint today. Must. Write.