Dear humans,

The female did not write 8,010 words yesterday, but she did get done 4,700 words, which is 1,700 words more than the moment she ran out of steam. Good job, human! You didn't quit despite wanting to. Hooray!

Today, her game plan involves working on the iPad Pro until it runs out of battery, with an exception of 2k on a project that she needs to work on that she's writing on the iMac Pro. (She is too lazy of a creature to move to the iPad Pro and it is involving a ridiculous amount of editing to get right.)

Dear Steel Heart,

The female is really sorry for accusing you of being feral. You're a kind and gentle little spirit compared to Booked for Murder.

But, since I'm a thieving cat, here is a sneak peek at Booked for Murder:

I limped closer to the library, and the stench of blood and gore promised the worst sort of trouble had come to my work.

I remembered the smell. When I brought out my magic at it’s dangerous 97.6% potency, I could reduce my victim to a puddle on the sidewalk from instantaneous mass hemorrhaging. I could, if I had it out for my target, burst organs from shunting all of the body’s blood into them at one time. When in a mood, I could crystalize the blood within the body, transforming it to piercing blades capable of shredding even bone.

The stench reminded me why I hated my brand of magic, something most considered so abhorrent they refused to name it at all. Even necromancers had a better reputation, for all they did was manipulate corpses or read the truth on lifeless entrails.

The first evidence of someone with magic a lot like mine dripped from the library’s stone veneer a story and a half overhead. My brows shot up at the spatter distance, which implied whomever had killed the poor bastard had packed a lot of power behind the killing.

How wasteful.

I could’ve done a better, cleaner job without turning my victim’s blood into graffiti.

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In case you haven't noticed, Booked for Murder is not a fluffy pancake of a book. It's definitely more about the danger, murders, and so on. There will be funny bits. It is not a magical romantic comedy.

It will be fun, but it's a five book series about librarians solving mysteries. The mysteries are not necessarily fluffy ones.

The female will not be contained by rules of fluffy writing! Blood! Mayhem! Chaos! BLOOD!!!

Errmm... I chased the red dot a lot yesterday. Why do you ask?

Today on the blog, the female will be giving some random shout outs to people, places, things, etc she has found to be amusing or a godsend during quarantine. She is a little bored, and she is taking a slight mental vacation today.

She also had to take a muscle relaxer this morning, so she is not firing on all cylinders. Whoops!

Add in some disappointing news, and the female's morning isn't going the way she likes, but that shall pass. It always does.

She's just going to poof her fur and hiss about having been used yet again. Of course, she found out well after the fact, but it's still really bloody fucking annoying.

Ah, first world problems. So much fun.

And now, the female must work, because working is how the books get written.

No pictures today. Female is... a little annoyed.