I've officially freaked myself out. Usually I'm careful. This time? Not so much.
I nominated Perfect Timing for a review at the Dear Author site. And they've accepted it. I'm pleased. But now the insecurities are biting me on the ass. Therefore making it hard for me to sit here and write on anything else. Hell. I'm having a Sally Fields moment. *sigh* Isn't that pitiful?
The last book Jane read? Got a solid D. But, after reading the summary, I can see why it would. I read my chickens the last paragraph of the review, and they howled with laughter.
Oldest chicken: That was cold.
Oh yeah. Just what I need. A frosty review.
All right. Time to bite the bullet and bide the time.
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