Wanted: Superhero Serum

Wanted: Superhero Serum

So another week has come and gone and I haven’t been out here on the blog. Toodling around and chatting with folks on Twitter and Facebook as always. Happy to see some new and old friends pop over to Pinterest to say hello to this pin-pricking fool.

However, here on the blog, it’s been crickets, I know. And I apologize for that.

I have a book coming out soon but the reality is I also have some very important freelance writing clients, too, and this has been one of those heavy deadline weeks. It’s still upon me actually which is why I’ve been M.I.A. I’m excited about the next guest blogger whose post will drape Chris’s Corner later this morning.  You’re going to like him. I’m sure of it.

But I felt I owed you an explanation.

We all try to be little superheroes sometimes, take on more than perhaps we should be tackling at any one time. Still, I’m convinced I’m Wonder Woman. Aren’t you? If I could locate the UnderRoos in my size, I’d already have them on. Trust me.

That doesn’t mean I pull it off. Just that I think I’m Wonder Woman. I’m quickly learning that isn’t the case. Staying focused has been difficult lately. I feel more scattered than usual and what’s this thing they call sleep anyway? Sounds completely useless, though if it might mean less dependence on Coke Zero and Refresh contact lens drops, perhaps it could come in handy.

Oh, there’s a big W on my chest alright but Wobbly Woman is more like it. It’s as if Clark Kent dashed into a now non-existent telephone booth to change into his Superman uniform and got stuck, unable to escape the clutches of the confined space.

Yeah. That.

And all in time for the premiere of Man of Steel. Mmm. Henry Cavill.

I’m sorry.

What?

Did you say something?

 

Happy reading,
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