Throwing up on Jack's shoes...

From an email sent to me…

“I like this. You had me hooked about the time Nance vomited on Jack's shoes.

Someone somewhere has probably made up a list of all the rules of romance, and if they have, I'm sure, like Jack, you've broken most of them several times over here.”

I did consider going back to the traditional route of publishing through publishers but I’m tired of all the rules and indecisiveness. So fuck it. I continue on as I am. I like me. I have no rules. It works.

Seize the Day....

It’s been a hell of a year. It’s reinforced something I always knew and believed in – seize the day. I look at something and more and more I think ‘fuck it - I’m going to do it, be it, take it, live it.’ My theory is I don’t want to look back on my life and think to myself I should have done that one or dozen things that would have made me that little bit happier despite the cost be it financial or emotional.   

Seize it. Own it. Be it. And to hell with anyone who tries to get in your way.