So here I am . . . blogging. I’ve had a few requests for me to do so, and–honestly, I need a place to display all forms of sarcasm, angst, and offbeat thoughts. I’m going to start off by saying commas are hard for me. If you see places where they should be, but aren’t, just think of it as me letting you understand what my editor goes through.Â
In writerly news, today my novel, Seeking Zion is being submitted to Covenant. I really love this manuscript, so keep your fingers crossed for me. My manuscript, The Thirteenth Month, is currently under review by several very cool notable people. Keep your fingers crossed on that too. I am so close to finishing off my chick novel that I can feel little more than total glee. This is the first time I’ve written a book for pure unadulterated fun. Writers need a break every now and again too. This manuscript is my break. I love laughing while I write. Nothing makes me happier (aside from Kaberry Kaboom ice cream by Ben and Jerry’s, which is no longer made, so it’s a moot point)Â


Yeah, Ben & Jerry’s discontinued my favorite flavor too. It was that white russian one. Anyway, there’s another rant for you. Take care.
I like ice cream.
I know you do . . . but mint chocolate chip doesn’t count.
Commas are hard for me too. Or is it, me, too (?). Now I’m really mixed up. I like the ice cream thread much better. My favorite ice cream is Dreyer’s Peppermint Ice Cream. Should there be a comma in there somewhere?