Apparently you can see it in the Northern US tonight. It’s one of my dreams to see it. I hope that many of you have the chance to step outside and experience something exquisite! All of my love, friends.
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I’m listening to BLACK TAPE FOR A BLUE GIRL. Their song “Knock Three Times” is one of my favorites.
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I will never again write a book with “BS” as initials. Let me just be clear on that.
TT Zuma wrote a wonderful review for Beautiful Sorrows over at Horror World. He said: “Mercedes M. Yardley might just be one of the finest and most imaginative storytellers since Neil Gaiman, she is that good.”
What an honor! It really made my day. Thank you, TT! I’m so glad you liked it!
Won’t you go and read it? You can find it here. Also, it was my birthday last week, so maybe we should all celebrate by going and picking up a copy of BS?
I’m sorry. I promised Ken of Shock Totem that I’d make that plug. I’m a terrible marketer, apparently. Bad Mercedes! Bad!
Anyway, I miss everybody! I haven’t been blogging as much as I’d like. I’ll try to manage my time better. Lots to update on. Things are going well here at the Yardley household. Today the Easter Bunny dropped by. Pictures to come later.
Have a lovely day, friends!
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Why, look at this! The Yardley girls all found a quaint little duck park. With real, live ducks! And geese! And whatever the heck these mutant duck-things are!
We played. We pranced. I took a few picture with my phone. Blurry ones. Why are they so blurry, you ask?
Because the mutant duck-things swarmed us. And we ran. See Itty Bit running toward me in that last picture? That was seconds before she tried to climb my body like a tree. The Middlest did the same thing. Imagine me pelting down the sidewalk, in heels, holding two screaming girls while these weird, flesh-eating duck hybrids honked and waddled after us on their surprisingly swift Feather-Feet.
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