Hello, hello. We'll take end of the title and move backwards from there.
First off, much love to you all. Everyone who reads, replies, and lurks. You are all awesomely awesome so don't say I never said it.
And secondly, I will be attempting the poetry month challenge twelve days too late. Don't judge. But do reply. :)
And finally -
Yep. Yeah. Yes indeed.
It's just a little self-publishing site, nothing huge. But I'm so happy I could burst, so I thought I'd share. It's for sale, and of course I'll link, but just as a warning, you won't find anything there that isn't on this blog already. Just so you know.
But even if you take time to flip through the preview on the site and tell me what you think, I'd love it.
Honestly, no idea what this is. Not even sure if I like it. But why not?
How about this? Boy meets girl, and girl sees her father in his face. They kiss, and her heart soars back instead of forward while he grapples with her blouse. The first time he screams, it scares her, but she chalks it up to old habits.
First curse, first slap, first punch. All old habits, learned again and again. All the same.
Then a baby boy with his father's face comes, and he is no kind of beautiful to her, scarred and broken.
She leaves him by the church door for you to find.