While I’m in a Good Mood…

I’m actually not in a good mood, just FAKING IT TILL I MAKE IT, y’all! So! Allow me to share stuff that makes me smile (or at least not barf):

When I’m in a good mood, I love to mock my own books, as I did in my most recent newsletter , when my orc romance was free and I made a link to it with the following image –>

Is it poetic? WHO KNOWS? I can’t judge. But I can fake it.

Regularly, in order to keep myself cheerful, I enter fun names when I subscribe to newsletters that make me fill in a name.

BEHOLD! I now get newsletters with such greetings as –>

The next one isn’t my best, but I was tired when I subscribed, so gimme a break 😛

Also other worthy mentions are: “Hi Bookmuffin,

What can I do to help you with your book?”

Or “Hello Puckus”. That one could also have been better 😀 However, it is one of my favorite insults in my epic fantasy series Heiress of the Seven Cities.

Today, this gem of a newsletter landed in my inbox (Lord knows what I was thinking when I entered this name–actually, I probs don’t want to know):

My favorite, though, is the one I filled in when I was utterly sick of having to put my name in everywhere, and so every now and then, I get a newsletter that greets me with: “Hey Don’t piss me off, …”

Fun times!

Thrice the Shadow (nope, I still don’t know what that means).

ALSO! Another thing bringing me joy is the utterly unhinged queen who bullied herself into becoming the frame story of my Heiress of Secrets book. She is spurned, bitter, can’t manage to find a competent assassin to kill her daughter to save her life, and spits out pearls of narration such as the following (or maybe I just have a skewed sense of humor? I can’t discount that):

I am foaming at the mouth again.
Unattractive.
I suck in my spittle and untuck another thread from the glass vial, unconcerned that anyone will notice. The container remains tucked in my gown pocket, and no one but I and the traitor mage can see the magic thread and the subsequent scenes.
Everyone here is so ignorant. Pea-brained poppets, peacocks—I’ve used those comparisons before; I must come up with more insulting ones anon.
But now, I return to my secret window to the world beyond these walls, relishing my power to spy.
I close my eyes and open them in a nighttime forest… inside the body of the morph.

Note how she points out her own lack of creativity in insulting those around her. I quite like her, but then, run-of-the-mill characters bore the heck out of me, so this is no suprise to anyone.

AND I GAVE HER A ROMANCE, Y’ALL! Who would love her? MWAHAHAHAHA Me? 😛 At least two men?

Not to mention that, today, I got to write ‘Jagging milk-white lupine sex god’ in my story (‘jagging’ being the vulgarism replacing ‘f*cking’ in my books, which I use to appease the readers allergic to crudity). No, there are no sex gods in this story. The narrating character is simply mislabeling a sexy older dude who chased her down. (She’s older, too, though–44–because that’s how this book is rolling currently, with women mostly over 30 smashing it!)

Alright! Have I babbled enough? I deem that I have babbled enough. I shall publish this and send my faked good mood out into the ether. Bye, baby mood! If the mood catches you, SMILE, DAMN IT. You can fake it, too. I have full faith.

Not so much faith that I’d rollerblade up a skate park’s incline, though. Fake bravery has its limits.

Also, NEW under-1-min-long book trailer vids below!

OK, for real, I hope everyone out there is doing okay. Be kind to others this week! You never know what battle they’re fighting.

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