I hate to break it to you people, but I'm always me. Even when I'm not me, I'm me. That's just my spammy side or me in an ugly light--I don't have to be proud of that side, but it's still your truly. I type out all of the Tweets for "Light a Candle for the Beast" and the whole idea of blogging is quite near to giving me hives. I don't know how to blog or what to blog about--it's sort of like painting the scenery for a play, and on opening night someone puts a mike in your hand and shoves you out onto stage with a spotlight glaring into your eyes and a crowd staring up at you from their uncomfortable seats waiting for you to prove to them why they should've come here at all. And me without a script, oh my.
Well, I don't know if this is worth the cost of your ticket, but here I am in all of my fineness. :) Right now, I'm typing to you with a puppy sprawled across my shins and to lazy to get up and go turn the fan on to give the air some movement--it's all still and ucky.
I'm also thinking about e-mails that need to be placed, things that need to be posted, the next chapter that needs to be written. Where does it start and how do I get from where I am to where I want to be?
At least, I've got good friends, a cute puppy, a character I love with a story line I currently adore--even if I have no idea what the hell's going to happen next--and finally, you, for taking the time to read this.
Buckle in, dear reader, it's going to get bumpy--but it's also going to be one hell of a ride.