Because I've Been Whiny Lately...

[asphaltcowgrrl]

And also because I haven't geeked out in a bit.

First, I've decided to upload my Romani Detective stories to both Wattpad and Figment.  I've garnered a decent amount of followers on Wattpad, but I've never posted to Figment before today (even though I get some pretty awesome writing prompts daily).  So, we'll see how well this goes.  But, because of this, I've started making my own covers.  And now, they're not even close to being publishing-worthy, but what the hell, right?

Since Unlucky Midnight was the first story I wrote with these two (while trying to figure out WTF I was doing with the story I was actually trying to write), I went with it, calling it the first prequel. Hah.  My crappy as hell cover.  (But guh, he's so freaking amazing looking...)



Hopefully, I'll get the others up soon.  I have two more shorts (A Variation in Temperature and A Place for My Socks to Live), my Walking Disaster bingo fic (that's like four chapters, I think) and then the biggie, Cops and Rubies.  Andddd... why am I telling you all this?  No one cares, Amy. LOLOL  (I'm only half kidding here.)  Wish me luck?

On a separate but equally geeky note... YOU CAN NOW DREAM CAST YOUR CHARACTERS ON WATTPAD.  Meaning... you can add your character and what celebrity you'd like to see him/her playing.  I LOVE THIS ALTHOUGH IT'LL TAKE ALL MY TIME WHEN IT COMES TIME TO CAST MY GIRLS.

Also: Blake and Miranda are getting divorced?  WTF?  How can they do this to me?  I angsted over their marriage and now I'm crying over thier divorce... but what about the puppies?  Huh?  Did anyone think aobut them?  Seriously though, they'd always seemed to be as happy as a couple as famous as they could be.

End note: iTunes decided I needed theme music while making this post... Sara Evans' My Heart Can't Tell You No is like Zek's theme song or something.   (And now I"m listening to Dolly Parton's Why'd You Come in Here Lookin' Like That and am dying... this freaking song.)

Shutting up now because it's way past time for me to get out of here.