Since I’ve been clogged, I’ve had my face smooshed against my computer monitor trying to carefully correct all the mistakes in my damn book, Shrapnel in the San Fernando Valley; I’m so incredibly embarrassed by the plethora of flaws that were there. My gawd! That’s what no sleep gets you.
Gemma waits patiently for Michael to return with an early dinner. Little does she know that none of it’s for her.
Well I’m here and there are no words to describe how beautiful it is. I am dog fucking tired from the move, but it’s hard to complain with views like this.
Earlier this month, I sort of went off on a tangent about the desert. I don’t think I meant to go on so long about it, but if there’s one thing I can do it’s beat around the bush.
As I said before, I have some personal stuff happening, and you know me, I’m not one to hold back on being transparent. Though, I don’t want to let the elephant fully out of the bag yet. Perhaps I need to break the news to myself before I can talk about it on my blog, I don’t know. I do know that my life is about to change, and it’s all for the better. It’s going to be big too, but change is not always easy.