"GOLDEN LIGHTS, DISPLAYING YOUR NAME"

So, it's beena while since we've had a nice vanterie sans scruple over here. Here's this, check this out. I got quoted a few times in this article Beth Morrissey wrote over on Women on Writing about promoting your writing through your blog. I'm so flattered she asked to interview me for it. How cool!

Oh, shit my throat hurts. No! Nonono! I'll just ignore it. Yeah, that's the ticket. I'll just ignore it and it'll go away. The vague fever, too. If I don't acknowledge, none of it will exist.

(Who are you kidding, Guthieroo?)

I'll be snorting lines of Emergen-C and crushed up Airborne if any of youse need me. I shouldda known something was off when I didn't feel like going to the gym this afternoon and when Spaghettios, grilled cheese and soda on ice sounded spectacular for dinner. That's always what I jones for when I'm getting sicky. Spaghettios or tomato soup, either one. Dead giveaways. Damnit.

Must! Keep! Writing! Manuscript! Humming! Along so! Well!