Instead, I started a somewhat successful blog and never write a damn thing. Who the hell has time for this shit? Between work, and promoting and all of the writing projects I have on the go - not to mention trying to bring up two young girls who were born with the natural ability to drive me bat shit crazy (I love them, I swear) - I completely forget that this blog even exists. I don't have time to write the weekly book reviews I wanted to do, because what indie author has time to read a book a week? If you do, please tell me your secret! As for my Wednesday confessions ... half the time, Friday comes along and I realize that I forgot, yet again, to compose a good-humored, self-deprecating post about something stupid I've done.