I submitted “Full Swing.”

Holy crap, Batman!

I literally prepped the email and just stared at it for 10 minutes before I pushed the send button. After it was done, I thought I might puke. I literally had to stick my head between my knees and try not to hyperventilate. Yep, it’s official. I’m crazy.

But, at least this way, I have a shot at being crazy and published. *shrug* What can I say, I’m always looking for the trade-off.

Had a very productive weekend and got everything either done or almost done. That’s not something to complain about. Plus, look at my side bar! Check out that serious progress that was made on my Samba story, which I’ve tentatively titled “Finding Paradise.” Of course, I’m dragging ass this morning because a certain critique partner I have, who shall not be named, *cough* Shawn *cough* kept me up to an indecent hour talking to Eden Bradley in a three-way phone conversation that lasted literally 2.5 hours (and this is the only way I’d have a three-way that involved other women). Just because she wouldn’t believe me that an erotic romance story could have titty fucking in it. So, we called in an expert.

I won.

The End.