This shall be my new pinned post! Listen to me read a short excerpt from my novel Just One Night - a chick lit/romcom 💜 Fyi, it’s pg-13 (for language, not sex) so you can gift it to your mom, 16 year old daughter & parish priest. I aim to please.

This is my teeny tiny cat, Claudette. I have had her for nearly twenty years. Got her at 3 weeks old. Bottle fed her. Taught her how to poop and pee with a warm, wet cotton ball. Cared for her lo all of these years. Rushed her to feline retina specialist a few weeks ago because of sudden blindness…. And this TRAITOR snuggles up to @jdclarknovelist any chance she gets!!!!

Why is "making do" such a lost art? When did we stop doing this?

Orange cat life 🐈 Bill 🧡

Watch us talk about The Speed of Film, @jdclarknovelist’s latest novel, available for preorder now (e-book) and paperback/e-book on 11/24 📚📚🎞️🎞️🌼🌼🛣️🛣️ - Jourdan will link in replies 📚📚

Homestretch of my no buy October 🍂🍂🍂🍂

Anyone successfully wean off of Amazon? Not the KDP side - the buying random shit all day long side.

Outfits 💙💚 @jdclarknovelist

Do fake candles really kill you, or is that just Big Beeswax getting into my ear?

It’s hard to have self-esteem when you grew up in the 80s & 90s and were told your cellulite was a personality defect.

Someone told me to go on xanax bc I don’t like the phonetic military alphabet, so now blocked him. Who’s next? My tolerance for twitter assholes is at an all time low.

For some reason this drives me into a rage: When someone (usually at work) is dictating a word, or ID number to me, that contains letters and instead of saying "P 5 T 4 4 F L" they say Peter 4 Thomas 4 4 Frank Larry." I HATE this. If they say, "P as in Peter, T as in Thomas..." this is slightly more acceptable.

Outfits 🍂

Its like Walmart can read my mind sometimes:

Close!!

First poem in forever! Please read? Song To find the dark, that blue-black, was the thing binding days; to learn it; and when hands touched the lazy suns how far far far it all was. To find it in these late days. It was never lazy. I think I knew that when I walked with the stroller, clinging to a song because I thought it made me whole and fancy and a woman worthy of eyes. I wanted to be the woman you come upon on the shelf, perfect and unveiled and unbroken, plain and fine and static.

It's another day at the office and the air is thick with bitterness and hate.

What do you do when there are people in your life that you cannot avoid (bosses, directors, cousins, etc) that you just don't LIKE as people?