You know when you think you remember doing something because you were thinking about doing it and then got distracted and stuff happened and then more stuff happened and then real life says “Pay attention to me!” and you sorta have to and time passes and then all those restless nights that intterrupted a solid night’s sleep sort of avalanche and your brain craters and you’re asleep before 10 p.m.? Yeah. That.

Today is all about the coffee because I’m gonna need every drop I can consume. It rained yesterday. Good, old-fashioned thunderstorms. The storm dragons were having a ball and we desperately needed the rain. Normally, a day like that puts me in a writing mood but for some reason, yesterday put me into a listening -to-a-book mood. Listening to someone else’s words while editing personal words is a dangerous proposition. No apologies. I finished Ilona Andrews’s RUBY FEVER and loved every freaking minute of it. It’s one of those books that I want to write–you know the kind that when you finish it, you feel like this…

I should add here that the joy of audio books means that yoour hands are free for snacks, dinner, breakfast, lunch…did I mention snacks? Oh, and ice cream! That was my treat, after I finished off the leftover chicken pasta salad (easy peasy with packaged grilled chicken, Ronzoni veggie pasta, jullienne carrots, chopped onions, celery, sliced black olives, fresh grated Parmesan cheese and Skinny Girl Balsamic Vigneratte dressing) followed by two scoops of Blue Bell Moo-llinium Ice Cream. So that’s my late post today. Since I’m wallowing in my book depression, I won’t be opening another book for awhile and I fully intend to get my own damn book ready to publish, hence the need for copious amounts of caffeine. What about y’all…do you occasionally suffer from book depression?