It’s the end of the week. Brain has officially been set to Deep Fried. Lots of good work done. I woke up each morning, which is probably much less of a challenge than I make it seem. Several apartments seen with the girlfriend, with one really nice and cheap (cheap!) one receiving the deposit so she will actually have a place to live come another two weeks. I’ve reached the halfway point of my latest novel…or maybe it’s 2/3rds of the way through. I’m not sure yet. I guess it depends on when the ending decides to show up.
With this week being filled with worldbuilding, psycho squirrels (you excluded, Buffy), and beyond-the-grave plastic surgery, let’s end on a lighter note, shall we?
Specifically, these inventions are for improving your book tour by making you more smiley or providing a backup audience for your readings. Or (since I can’t seem to get over the wife-face-surgery thing) you could always have surgery to make yourself look like a famous author of choice, grab a stack of their books, and enjoy the vicarious fame.
I see that smile.