Had my first Kettle Bell workout today with a personal trainer. I signed up so that I could learn proper form. The trainer seemed like a nice guy. Very well educated, quiet demeanor, encouraging, but not overly so. Perfect for me. Should’ve known he’d turn out to be a sadist. *ggg I can barely walk up the stairs without my legs threatening to give out on me. I can’t even imagine what tomorrow will bring, if I’m this wobbly today. I told him I’d call and make another appointment because I didn’t quite get everything that he showed me. What can I say? He brings out the masochist in me. (wg)
That’s honestly about all the excitement happening here. I’m still waiting to see what Frauke does with my Atlantean covers. If they’re anywhere near as good as the Gothic Passions and Rose’s Rapture covers, they’ll blow my socks off. (Which is quite a feat since I don’t currently have socks on.)
I’ve decided to do an indie book experiment. I’m going to release a single title under a pen name and put it up without linking to it. I want to see what kind of stigma is attached to my name. As much as I’d like to think that there isn’t one, I know that isn’t the truth. People who pick up my books expect a certain thing (whatever that is). A new name won’t come with any expectations. The best way to test this theory is to release a book under a new name to see what happens. Now I realize this isn’t remotely scientific because many factors can affect the outcome (ie genre, length of book, cover, etc.), but it should be interesting to see what happens. I will post the results after a few months. I figure if the experiment fails, I can always redo the cover and put my name on it. 🙂
Today is my father-in-law’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad!!! May you have many, many, many, many more. Hope you managed to have a wee dram to go along with all the well-wishes. Here’s tae us, Wha’s like us, Damn few, And they’re a’ deid.