Which is *not* the title of the sequel to Butterfly Swords. It could be the title of my autobiography.
Today I go to the mattresses. Not about my book. Oh, I wish it was about my book or my writing or something I loved to do and care about.
I’m going into battle for something else. I don’t like to mix it up with my Clark Kent job too much on here. All I can say is, all my heroines go toe to toe against alpha men because that’s what I do every day. And I know what it is to stand tough and be confident — but what I don’t know how to do is not get emotional. The thing is, emotion is what makes me strong at what I do. I just can’t let it get in the way of communicating.
Anyway, I digress. Sorry for the vagueness. Wish me luck will you?