Every so often, I wish my brain would just go blank. I wish I could let stuff roll off my back like rain on my Newfoundland’s back–well, except when Cooper decides to camp out beneath the spot where the eaves channel the water. I look at how crazy the world is becoming and I find myself angry or disgusted, frustrated or a little bit fearful. I can hide in books–either the writing, reading, or listening of them. Every so often, like the Universe, I want to run on auto pilot and do what the Universe does. Also, it’s nice, as a writer, to take a pit stop and fuel up the ol’ imagination.
Every so often, Silver, I like to take time off. You know, go to theme parks, ride roller coasters, and people watch. Sit on the beach, walk through the forest, and listen to music.
Just kick back, relax, and let everything run on autopilot… considering, it already does.
Haven’t you noticed?
You’re in good hands,
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Silver, you deserve some “automatic pilot time.” The stage is beautifully set and I’m holding you with such care one might think you were a China Doll.
This is why I love and write Alpha Heroes. Not to say that a beta male can’t treat his heroine with care and concern, but that whole alpha vibe of, “Babe, I got this,” reassures me. Don’t get me wrong. I’m no China doll. In fact, I’m a pretty tough old broad who can take care of herself, but you know what? I think I’m gonna run on autopilot for a little bit. What about you?