Tired.

Fake people really take a lot out of me. I got two copies printed for my test readers and then realized I left out a few things. Went in the next day to fix it, found more mistakes. Fixed them. Fixed other stuff. Figured a few scenes would be better with a few less words. Fixed up the fix up. Then I went all Bruckheimer and blew everything up. Explosions everywhere. No I didn't. I didn't blow anything up or set anything on fire. In this novel at least. Stayed up too late, reading an engrossing novel about the search for Vlad the Impaler. Got up to let the dog out at 5 am and didn't always get to sleep again til 7. I think I'm taking my kids to a little concert tonight. My pets are curled up on the couch beside me and they are hypnotizing me with their breathing. I need a nap. Real bad. Oh screw it. It's Friday. Look at some pictures and then I'm gonna snooze before the younguns come home.

Look at that horse's face. He looks like he's having evil thoughts about that little mare's backside! I know. Shocking.



Oh he ain't evil.



See? Here he is with my kid:



This guy ain't evil either, although....
He has the exact same hairline as Jethro. It's uncanny. Okay. Seeeeeeeya
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