Had one of those stressful days. Dealing with Kaiser over meds and it's only a fraction of what's coming under Obama care, fighting with a supplier as to why my delivery didn't come today even though it was promised and the other delivery where the driver couldn't understand english. Said to myself, I'm going to have a drink even though I haven't allowed the devils brew to cross my lips for weeks. Not a good idea, well actually it was but now I can't write for crap. Tried to write some more of my Twins fluff and couldn't so it's stalled at fifty-five thousand words, oh yeah did I mention that it's growing beyond my wildest dreams and all it is is fluff. God what a waste of time.
Good news, i wrote a letter to one of my all time favorite authors and received an answer. She's also a bike nut like me. Her name is Zoe Sharp and writes some of the very best adventure novels around. I'm torn between her's and Lee Childs. Zoe writes about a girl body gaurd where as Lee Childs writes about Jack Reacher a soldier who just falls into bad things, Zoe's works are available on Kindle for only 2.99 for her older stuff. Well worth the buy. Both are the greatest. Well enough, like they say, alcohol and keyboards don't mix, Arecee
Umm, did I spell that rite?