Oh, bloggie friends. I think I may have found a new writer to lust after from afar. My beloved writing partner Fellatia sent me, for my birthday, this book:
THE VERY VIRILE VIKING by Sandra Hill.
Fellatia said she was sending me a great book, with the best title ever.
She was right. THE VERY VIRILE VIKING?! Poetry.
I'm only a few pages in now, but I'm loving it.
Ms. Hill, I hope you won't mind if I share the first few lines with my three readers.
In days of old when men were... whatever...
Magnus Ericsson was a simple man.
She loved the smell of fresh-turned dirt after springtime plowing. He loved the feel of a soft woman under him in the bed furs... when engaged in another type of plowing.
I don't think it's too early to declare my love for this book.
I read the above aloud to my husband and he said, "That sounds like something you wrote." I needed to hear/read this, especially on a night when I was wondering if my sometimes crazy voice was too crazy to ever sell. Yes, I get reassurance from plowing jokes. I am what I am.
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