The Life of Peggy. A thirty-three year old, Kind-Of Single Lady.
Maybe I am slightly insane. I am most definitely awkward. I imagine all aspects in life with No Pants on.
I like to write with something good smelling in the crockpot. And then comfort eat at the end of a long day of staring at the wall…I mean accomplished writing. Like a four thousand word a day like of writing like Stephen King style…that book deal happening any minute. Yeah…if staring at the wall means all that.