It all started out a semi normal day.

Wake up at the ass crack of dawn to get the kids up, one on the bus and the other ready to go to a doctor's appointment by 9:30. My husband is driving my car because it's a bit more reliable to do his job, and I'm usually at home. I'm to borrow my sister's car - if I can get his car (the evil car) to her house.

So, off we go into the wild blue yonder of the Atlanta bypass and beyond in my sister's car. Doctor's appointment goes well. Lunch afterward was wonderful. I return my sister's car and pick up the Evil Car.

Evil. Car. 

Evil Car is a beater 1991 Volvo. The seat is broken on one side so it actually faces more to the right side than the front. It can't be adjusted. The electrical system is jacked up, so the clock,r radio, the odometer, and most importantly... the gas gauge... don't... work...

As we drove out of the safety of my sister's neighborhood, the car started to sputter... Is it the engine or the gas? I didn't have time to get that answer in my head because not long after that, the stupid thing up and died on the side of a four lane.

My three year old and I take to the grassy side to walk to the nearest gas station, about a mile away.
Got a little ways down the street to a  red light and an ANGEL drove up and asked if we needed help.
"I"m not a murderer! do you need help!?"
"I'm not a scammer! I need gas!"

Thank various gods this woman had a carseat in her car and we toodle off to the gas station. I'm not really sure what I said because the only thing that was going through my mind at the time was OMGOMGOMGOMGTHIS IS NOT HAPPENING.

:: sigh ::

Nice lady returns me to my car in one piece and not in several, and the handy Marietta PoPo roll up to lend a helping hand as well.

We all said YAY when the car cranked up (and I was internally freaking because my stomach was now not happy I had Mexican food not an hour before.. eeeek.)

I say thanks a thousand times to the nice lady and drove away back to the gas station to get more gas. Turn it off. Get Gas. Crank it again.

It won't crank.

!(@*#(#*$&(*!@$!!!

Call my BFF and freak again. Randomly crank the car and miraculously, it starts again. OMG WAT?
CUSS the Evil Car all the way home..

Well the nice part of this story is that I belong to a local forum and posted a 'thank you to the lady who helped me' post...
Someone saw it, and is a friend of hers.

Now, if I can find her, I want to say THANK YOU in a non-freaked-out way.
She mentioned buying my book, amongst the inane babble and now I just want to thank her by giving her a copy. It's the very least I can do.


There really are nice people in the world.
Sometimes you just have to be in a ditch to find them.

So...  Everything went kind of nutty for August. Devil In A Red Kilt came out, I finished editing The Electrifying Exploits of the English Three (yes the second book will have a shorter name so you won't forget it in the middle of saying it,) and appeared at a book signing.

First -- The book signing was awesome! I had so much fun and saw so many people I haven't seen in yearrrrs. They came from all over. It was a blur! Two hours of signing my name and remembering what people said their names were gone in a breath. I do have to say, next time, I'll forgo the champagne toast. That made concentrating fuuuun. I'm so thankful for everyone who came. I spent the rest of the weekend in awe of you guys. Seriously. The book store was fantastic and actually invited me back for October 9th! I can't wait.

Fore more details on that, please see their website at http://www.thebookwormonline.com/  And if you're in the area, stop by and show them support! They rock! They'll probably even have a copy of my book on their shelf!


Second -- Editing the EEE3. Holy crapballs y'all. My editor rocks the mufuggin casbah. I never saw so many embarrassing mistakes in my life. I'm so grateful for having such awesome people working with me to make sure I don't look like a fool... He (@smoulderingsea, for those playing twitter at home) worked magic on my manuscript. From arguing about underwear to late night hysterics about Dos Equis and blowjobs... It was done. I less than three him. seriously. I hope I have the chance to work with him again.


I couldn't have done it with out all the wonderful people around me encouraging me to spew words into my computer. I really appreciate all the kindness (and evil) that's made me write. and keep writing.

So what's up now? I'm working on a few guest blogs (to be announced later!) and a short story. Come November I'll be writing a full length novel again. I. Can't. Wait.

Take care!