You saved my life when everything was falling apart. This blog gave me a place to write and have fun without the input of a dozen dysfunctional to toxic relationships telling me that no matter how hard I had worked, it wasn't ever going to be good enough. Being good much less good enough or other people's opinions were never that important to you, dear Helen. And when I stepped into your shoes, I was ready to kick up my heels or kick some ass and look fab doing it.
Thank you, Helen Hartman, for giving me that. I am sorry I've neglected you for so long now but not sorry enough to make promises I doubt I will keep ... like that I will be blogging with more regularity again any time soon.
Loved it while I was doing it but maybe it's done
Dear Loved It Until You Were Done One (IOW, a note to myself)
I get it. I really do. Helen finds herself wracked with guilt over... well, too many things to mention.
|Oh, go on, mention them all, we promise we won't tell ANYONE.|
But one of the things I feel the guiltiest about it that I still never seem to have time to read the blogs I once made part of my daily routine! Where does the time go?
|Time sure flies when you're having rum.|
I guess if I ever figure out why people make time for the things they dislike or are unhealthy or non productive over things that make them happy and healthy, I'd write a book telling people how to stop doing that and be rich.
|Some ideas just seem so obvious you can't believe you didn't think of them first. Home decor, guns and ammo, lawn and garden all in one big store? Of course!|
For Kindle, in paperback the first week of Sept, other ebook formats in December!
Pardon the proud Mama brag, just trying to get the word out because look at that face, how could you not?
PS, feel free to step into Helen's shoes whenever the need arises, but be sure you don't scuff or stretch them out because just because you can't always find HER, doesn't mean she can't always find YOU!