This is tricky to make exciting because my days consist of slaving over a hot keyboard and well, theirs no fun way to spin that. Instead, I’ll tell you about some of the fun challenges authors get up too.
They are great and a chance for authors to meet new readers and vice versa through the magic of Facebook. I like to run competitions and my favorite is my “Caption This Picture.”
Some of the winning comments are hilarious….
THE NEXT PERSON TO CALL ME YODA…
I NEED TO LAY OFF THE CAP NIP
YOU THINK MY HAIRS BAD…YOU SHOULD SEE THE DOGS 🙂
NOW THIS BRINGS BIG HAIR TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL!
Winners received ecopies of my books and I get to laugh at the captions. Like my page at http://on.fb.me/1DyZ8sZ for updates on upcoming events.
I love doing research for my newsletter and I like to send it out on the last Friday of the month or thereabouts here is a wee snippet of some past content. Sign up here http://bit.ly/1RawSm3 if you like what you read 🙂
I’d like to introduce you to a very dear friend of mine…my goggles. We are inseparable on a Friday and Saturday. Our relationship is tempestuous, bordering on BDSM…of course all FSOG (Fifty Shades of Grey) readers will be well acquainted with this delightful pastime.
What does BDSM stand for?
Bondage and Discipline, Sadism and Masochism.
My goggles put me through all four stages.
As the clock strikes 5pm on a Friday they come to life. They like to be dominant, ordering me around and refusing to be ignored. They want WINE and lots of it! My mouth is dry and my halo is choking me. I roll my eyes and try to ignore them, but like any submissive…I fail miserably.
Stage One:Bondage-they weld themselves to my head and apply super glue for good measure.
Stage Two: Discipline-they make sure I don’t have any, my Dom is in control now.
Stage Three: Sadism-I bravely fight the Friday Feeling . My goggles order my legs to move. I sprint to the fridge and open it. My gaze is mesmerised by the ice cold bottle of fizzy bubbles. My lips quiver in anticipation. I slam the fridge shut and sag against the worktop. My goggles retaliate, hitting me where it hurts most, my willpower. I develop an immediate and unquenchable thirst.
Stage Four:Masochism-I lunge for the bottle and pull out the cork with my teeth. The resounding pop is music to my ears. The first sip is nectar. One prosecco, two prosecco, three prosecco…floor; bottles not glasses. The room spins and I crash out. Why, oh why, do I do it? I cannot move my head, my tongue is as dry as an Arab’s sandal. My stomach is rebelling and considering emptying it’s contents into the nearest receptacle. Then I remember the masochist in me…and groan as I consider doing it all again on Saturday.
Well that’s my day without the boring bits like writing, promotion, editing, making graphic’s etc….yawn. The other bits are much more fun 🙂