My best friend and her kids are in town for the 4th of July and I took off from work today. Not to go tour the nation’s capital with them, but because I thought for sure I was going to be hung over today. Turns out, that was yesterday. 

So I have the day off and I’ve done nothing but procrastinate all morning. Including writing this blog post. Anything so I don’t have to fold laundry. Or write. Either of which I should be doing, but obviously, am not.

Because I hate folding laundry and my characters aren’t talking to me. They wouldn’t shut up while I was writing book one, but now that it’s their turn, they’re no where to be found.

Yes, I realize I’m talking about them as if they’re real people. No, I’m not still drunk.

So while I’m waiting for Stitched Up Heart to come back from the editor, I’m going to fold my laundry and then see if I can coax my characters into telling me their story. 

Maybe I’ll make a bunch of teasers for the cover reveal of Stitched Up Heart, which is scheduled for August 18th.

Or take a nap. Ooh! A nap!