It’s awards season, even for books. That’s right. The Sammies (first time I’ve heard of them) are open and awaiting your votes. Click here to cast your vote.
Let me be frank. I’m only mentioning this because I hope you’ll vote for me. And just to make sure there isn’t any question about it, my book is called STRIPPED. I don’t care who you vote for second and third, but doggone it, I want to be first. 😆 There are several categories my book is listed in and it’s a LONG list. My book won’t be released in print until June 8th, so it’s no eligible for that category.
Also, there are so many links on the left-hand side that you probably didn’t notice my newest one under Blogs – Others. My Editor, Anne Scott, has her own blog now. It’s mostly for advertising purposes because she’s new to the blogging thing, but I’m sure she’ll come up to speed fast and talk about other stuff. So, if you’re interested in getting to know here, this is where to start. She’s a cool chick. 😀
Other than that, there’s not much news to report. Well…I sort of.
I had a really weird–not scary–dream last night that involved me being the manager of a body-bag maintenance plant. For some reason I was pointing at the black bags and telling my workers to trash them with the carcasses inside. I absolutely hated my job. Abhorred every second of it. In fact, it gave me the creeps. Most of the bodies were charred and mutated beyond recognition. Don’t ask me how I knew since I hadn’t opened any of them. I even violated someone’s religious beliefs by ordering them to handle a bag knowing there was a corpse inside. The guy threatened to sue the me and the company for not warning him before hand. I don’t know what happened after that because my internal alarm clock woke me. Go figure.
Any weird dreams you want to share?