"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Lord Shalafae's voice was shocked, his pale brows drawn together in a confused frown. He met his daughter's bright eyes in the mirror as she applied a ruby colored lipstick, and she grinned broadly. "And why are you a child?"
Morrigana giggled, finished with her make up. She spun on the stool to face him, kicking her small feet. He walked towards her, still frowning, waiting for her answer. Her voice was high pitched and girly. "Oh, Daddy, you said I'll always be your little girl. What's wrong with me being like this?" She jumped off the stool, dashing to him, holding her hands out. Ul
Hello everyone. *waves* It's been a long, strange journey to get where I am right now. My words just aren't enough to convey everything that's happened.
So I'm not going to try. Some shit happened, both good and bad. I nearly lost it, but I came through only a little worse for the wear.
I'm back on the internet, but it won't be like before. I really don't give a rat's ass about marketing myself anymore, and don't intend to play a role to get sales. Nor am I concerned with said book sales. I never wanted the fortune part, just the fame. I want to interact with readers, to know I touched them in some way, not just cash a check.
Well. It's obvious I haven't been hanging around here for a while. I've come in to say:
I bloody well made it! My novel is going to be published to Crescent Moon Press. *does a happy dance*
I'm so coooooooool.
Thanks for the fave. I miss you and your work. I have always admired your style, it is very distinctive. Here is a mailing list you might be interested in, TheArtList.com. It collects all kinds of art shows, contests, etc. from around the country and sends them out as a mailing list so artists will know what is out there to compete in. I don't want you to give up.