One copy of YA Fiction book Ninja Nanny: The Beginning being given away – Someone WINS on June 16th. It could be you. Good luck!
Just kidding. Your mama doesn’t need the drama either.
Someone complimented me the other day on my “quiet strength.” Although it can be difficult to see that within oneself, whether we know it or not we all possess this. Reaching your power and holding onto it can be more challenging than seeing it in the first place, but not impossible. Here are some ideas on how to do so, how to deal with what happens in the world, and how to regain your balance:
Sit quietly and watch the world go by. This simple technique can be done anywhere there are people to watch, once you have a half an hour or more to yourself (when the kids are asleep, when the party is over, when the spouse is away, at the park, at the mall, on your lunch or dinner break, etc…hopefully you can carve out this time within your day or night. If not, there are larger issues that should probably be addressed).
Meditate. This is a slightly different version of, but can be used in combination with, the above. You can make this unique to YOU. Do you prefer a yoga class full of people, or a room where you can close the door on the world and be alone? Music, or silence? Incense, candles, or not? A blanket, a meditation pillow, a simple yoga mat, a beanbag, sofa or chair?
Exercise. There is really nothing that compares to this. It helps you digest better, sleep better, think, look and feel better. Find, if you haven’t already, the exercise that brings you to a blissful place—running, martial arts, skiing, swimming, tennis, walking, hiking, climbing, soccer, football, dancing…If you need to pick back up where you left off a while ago, give yourself permission to do so and don’t punish yourself for taking said break. Obviously it happened for a reason.
Read. Step away from your computer, your phone, your TV, your iPad, iPod, Kindle or Nook or whatever screen is staring you in the face, and go for a walk in nature, or have coffee with a friend. Change it up…if you usually get your coffee to go, sit and talk. Reduce your screen time and increase your face time. It’s a healthier choice.
How many times have you stretched today? How much have you enjoyed your physical space, being without doing, in the past week?
Those were the easy ones. The others might require less physical, and more mental/emotional:
Be careful what you give your energy to. Are you in a relationship drama? Office drama? Friend drama? What takes up much of your awake-time brainwave activity? Energy flows where attention goes. How can you make your thoughts more productive and conducive to getting things done? Furthermore, how much are you at peace with your own self? Do you allow yourself space to make mistakes without judgment or criticism? If you give yourself a break, might you be better at giving others a break as well? Perhaps it is time to ease up.
When drama happens, you choose how you react. Do you freak out and get emotional, or do you sit and stew about it unhealthily? Do you think things through logically, or do you listen to what people are saying with their gossipy mouths and choose to believe them? Are you looking for a person to place the blame on? Remember that when you point a finger at someone, three fingers are pointing back at you. If you have done something wrong, own up to and rectify the situation if at all possible. And then move on.
Or, instead of reacting to drama, do you turn and walk away, shifting your focus to face something that brings you peace for some clear thinking before forging ahead to take action and improve the situation? Sometimes shifting the focus off of the situation for all the time it takes can really improve it once we turn back to it.
Visualize how you want your world to be, and then slowly, step by step, bring the vision into the realm of your reality. I recommend visualizing your troubles aboard a ship, and letting that ship drift into the distance. To make a visualization stronger, make it more active, i.e. write what troubles you on a piece of paper, and then burn it in a safe container. There’s a lot of power in practicing visualization, and solutions can become more clear by sending these subconscious signals to the universe to help you with them.
Whether you know/believe it or not, your world is your oyster—your own creation. Your reactions to things reverberate and rattle if they are loud. If they are calm and quiet, they increase the peace of this place.
My final suggestion is a general, blanket statement, meant to be like a warm fleece blanket of comfort over you: don’t get too caught up in whatever is going on that you miss out on joy. Days, weeks, months, and years of your life—make them your own to experience and to live happily. Bring bliss into each moment. Let go of drama. Go out and enjoy color, space, sunlight, moonlight, water, trees. Breathe. Replenish your soul. Let go.
People you meet who want to know what makes you tick and share what makes THEM tick, and the all night conversations that sometimes come from such encounters. Ghost stories. Love stories. The sound of waves. Lots of color on walls, whether paint or art. The feeling of a big bear hug. My cat’s purr. Overhearing someone saying something NICE about someone else. Kissing. Coffee. Compliments. Cookies. Especially fresh peanut butter ones. People who go out of their way to do something that ends up taking your breath away when it’s done. Paying it forward and walking away without hope of a reward. Exercise highs, natural highs, epic evenings after self-induced highs. Loud music that just works. Cleaning a whole house while listening to said loud music. Days when it looks like it’ll rain but then sunshine takes over. Spontaneity and spontaneous trips. A good mystery and a good cup of hot chocolate together. The Central Market. Making jewelry. Dancing. A salad with tons of yumminess in it. Drumming. Learning an art you haven’t tried before. Fresh squeezed juice. Swimming in the summer. Crying because you miss someone so much when a certain song comes on that reminds you of them. Maya Angelou. Sweet-ish red wine. Dark chocolate. Hell, any kind of chocolate. Finding new ways to cook foods you’ve had already but in different combinations. Secret passageways, tree houses, trampolines, tire swings, rope swings over water, hammocks. Stories about people doing what they love and flourishing in whatever that is. Stories about survivors. Movies that make you think long after they’re over. Barbecues, old fashioned picnics, meaningful text messages, stupid hilarious random text messages, boating, sandy beaches, seemingly random but truly cosmic encounters. Portland, Oregon. Oregon coast. Auckland, New Zealand. Hiking. Massages. Sangria in Spain. London. Ellensburg. Road trips. New Mexico, the Land of Enchantment. Reunions. Manette Side Bar. Barnes ‘N Noble. Spiral staircases. Baths. Surprises. Planting trees. Singing. Camping. Doing martial arts. Doing yoga. Camping. Thunder storms. Dressing up for a night on the town. Casual day (or week…if the boss is on vacation) at work. Post Alley. Seeing people you know from home in Europe or Hawaii or some other place far from home. Havarti with dill. Spoken word poetry. Speaking French and Spanish. Good vibes.
-I wrote this on May 19, 2009. Sometimes it’s good to get back in touch with ourselves. 🙂
Ready for adventure on the high seas? At last, the highly-anticipated sequel to Ninja Nanny!!!!
Ninja Mommy: Maritime Magic, out on March 28, 2013! In the continuing adventures of Natalie Newport, our superheroine is faced with new challenges: to refine her superpowers (including being a new mommy) and to conquer the high seas! She reunites with a few old friends and makes some new acquaintances as well in her quest to reunite with a long lost loved one. During her travels, Natalie navigates her way to the most valuable treasures she has ever known.
Do you ever get caught up in daily life, going faster and faster in the “rat race?” If so, you’re not alone. Most people in their frenzied schedules often forget that for a truly full life, they need to take time to be alone (or with others) and meditate. “On what?” you may ask.
The answer: “On nothing.”
If you take 5-15 minutes a day to slowwww dowwwwwn, smell the roses, drink some tea or actually grab a spot on a meditation pillow or yoga mat, your life will be much improved. The body-mind-soul is a delicate thing and is in need of balance. To restore that balance in this frenzied world of school, work, sports, and whatever else may be in the mix, you should really give yourself that time.
But wait, how do I meditate on nothing?
That’s right, I did say to “meditate on nothing.” Just give your brain a break. If thoughts of “I have to do this, that and the other” enter your mind, or if any other thought does, acknowledge it and let it go. See it as a bird flying by and let it pass, giving it about as much importance as that bird. “Hmmm, that’s interesting,” you might think.
As you let the to-do list drop away, you will likely feel your body relaxing in ways it hasn’t for a while. This is very, very good. You may fall asleep while meditating. Your body needs deep sleep to heal its cells, and if you’re not getting that, you need to supplement it with deep relaxation.
Try using an eye pillow, a pillow with different herbs like lavender in it (you can find them online or at holistic type stores where yoga mats are sold), to put over your eyes. It’s the most relaxing feeling. If you don’t have or can’t find one of those, you can use an eye mask with a strap, found at most drugstores to shut out or “shun the light.”
Music is another element you may want to add to your meditation. I listen to an online station of relaxing music, and there are so many to choose from…Go to the music store or a bookstore with a music section and find Native American flute, Reiki music, Yogic music, music for healing the chakras. Also, I highly recommend Andrew Johnson’s meditations. You can get those on your phone, there’s an app for that. Some are free and some are inexpensive. You can even meditate on your lunch break in your car with a CD or a chill station on satellite radio. Or you can take a yoga class and use the time at the end (savasana) to get the meditation and relaxation in.
There’s no wrong way to meditate. Experimenting with different techniques or visualizations is great and will help you find what works best for you. And if you already practice meditation, kudos to you! If you have suggestions or ideas, feel free to leave them here in a comment. Here’s to your inner peace – Cheers!
First, have, adopt or otherwise acquire a baby girl. Make her your only child, so you can focus all your attention on her. She will be your star, and she will make you proud, and she will fill all the gaps in your life and fulfill the dreams you never got to do. Make sure your husband makes a goodly sum of money, so that part of it will be saved for her college fund, and the other part spent on toys. Make sure you send cards to all your relatives regularly, so that they’ll never forget that you created this beautiful little brat, and so they will feel obligated to send her gifts and money every birthday and Christmas.
Since birth, she should have the best of everything. Now that she is four, her room should be equipped with toys in a toy chest at the foot of her bed filled with stuffed animals, a stereo, children’s music CD’s for every mood, and high ceilings, and a canopy bed. Also, she should have a doll house big enough for her to fit in whenever the mood strikes. Her dresser should be filled with all kinds of princess outfits. Her underwear should match her socks, and her socks should match her pants and shirt. Every. Single. Day.
But don’t stop there. She should also have two castles outside her bedroom, and a playroom down the hall from those. Although it was designed to be an office area or maybe a meditation space as it has skylights, it should only be filled with her things: her cooking station and tea party set, more stuffed animals, a book shelf overflowing with books, a chest overflowing with costumes and shoes to go with, kids’ instruments that she can make a lot of noise playing, a train set, and games galore.
Downstairs, the TV room should be filled with her toys, in bins: dinosaur families and Play-Doh and Gumby and Pokey and a new stuffed animal every time she does something right. Gum drops and lollipops and whiskers on kittens. Little frogs and puzzles and kits containing tiny figurines that you’ll vacuum up, trip over and never fully put away. Put her black and white, framed, matted artsy photo up. It should be the only photograph in the room so she can gaze at herself and grow her healthy ego and fully realize by the time she turns age 5 how she rules the household. In the dining room, she should have an art station with paints and a stand to hold her latest creations, as well as plastic bins containing crayons, pens, colored pencils, coloring books, art books, and anything else her little heart desires.
Outside, should be a full playground and the garage should also have a wall of her toys, you know, just in case she gets bored with the ones inside. If there are not enough rooms for all of your princess’s toys, the answer is simple: build more rooms. Or, buy a bigger house.
But don’t stop there. Grow her hair super long so it’s hard to comb through every morning and so she will scream bloody murder when you try to make it look nice. Give her candy when she uses the bathroom by herself. Keep on bribing her so that by the time she reaches high school you’ll have to buy her the best car of any high school student in the history of the world for her to attend school and get good grades. Be sure to keep the money coming in, because you’re going to need that too. LOTS of it. Her teeth will by that time be mostly rotten with cavities, so make sure the dental plans are all in place.
Buy her some puppies, and some birds, get a fish tank and a ferret. Hell, get her one pet a day so she’ll have something for show and tell every week and will never run out of things to take (because surely she doesn’t have enough toys). Her birthday parties should be epic…I mean totally off the hook. First thing you’ll be hiring a clown, and next year it should be the whole damn circus. We wouldn’t want the neighbors to out-do us, now would we? So there must be a trampoline, a bouncy house, someone on stilts, Justin Bieber, and a piano in the yard with the clown playing it all day after he’s done with his clown routine. Maybe doubling up like that will save a bit of cash. You’ll need more money for all the flowy, fluttery, dreamlike outfits she’ll require all through the years. Don’t forget the shoes, hair accessories, and styling products.
Stop at nothing to please and delight her. Every birthday should top the last. When she doesn’t get excited to go to Great Wolf Lodge, take her to Disneyland instead.
Here’s another great idea: hire a nanny when you want to go back to work. Ask the nanny to not only care for your little monster, but to fold her laundry, prep dinner for you, and babysit when you go out, for half the amount you pay for nannying. Pinch pennies every chance you get, and think that that nanny won’t notice when she looks at her paycheck. Scold the nanny for trying to put nutrition into your daughter in the form of milk, which spills in the nanny’s car, when the princess asks for it. Scold her for giving your daughter a cookie, because sugar is white death. Scold her again for buying her an ice tea once. Although sugar free, it has caffeine after all, and a little bit of that can do damage to your perfect princess who you will raise to marry the perfect prince someone is raising, who you will no doubt screen many to find. Be very, very overprotective and ban certain parks, although weird stuff tends to happen everywhere. Ask the nanny to take your daughter all over the county, and don’t pay the nanny enough for gas money. Ask her to take her to public places where your daughter will have meltdowns. Ask her to risk her life in the snow and ice by driving your daughter to school. Then when she almost dies trying, keep the nanny home with your daughter and although your daughter knows where the candy is, don’t allow her to have any of it until YOU get home. THEN AND ONLY THEN can she have candy, because if you give it to her, it doesn’t really count as sugar intake, so feel free to give her as much as you want, Rice Krispy Treats, frozen yogurt, cake, pie, and Twinkies galore. Oh and Halloween candy too. But blame it on the nanny when your daughter freaks out. None of this can be blamed on the fact that your daughter has four playrooms and gets everything she wants and can’t stand when she doesn’t.
Never mind. Blow up and completely overreact at the nanny (and then have the nerve ask said nanny why she is upset after you do so) so the nanny goes home crying and is pretty much forced to quit after you were so horrible to her. Because no one, I mean No One, can do your job better than you. The job of mother, that is. So go back to that, and maybe work outside the home once she goes to school full time, but manipulate everyone at your job so they know that your priorities are in the right place. Your Princess Priorities. They won’t know what hit them if that Monster comes out. Not the one you’re raising, but the one in the mirror.
Make sure your princess has an angel face that will fool everyone. Take sweet, adorable pictures and post them all over Facebook, Twitter, Google + and your blog to brag about what you created.
If you want to raise a princess, this is a great path to pursue. Good Luck and God Speed!
Hello, and welcome to the Getting to Know You Blog Hop. We have an eclectic choice of bloggers for this hop and it will run from January 29, 2013 to February 1, 2013. I’d like to thank Vicki M. Taylor (http://vickimtaylor.blogspot.com), the author and blogger who created this hop and made it happen for all of us.
Let’s get started on getting to know me.
Where are you from?
I was born in Kochi, Japan and grew up in Washington State. I always loved being near the water…something dreamy about it.
When and why did you begin writing?
I started writing at age 12 as an expressive outlet, first poetry and then later on, song lyrics, stories, blogs and books.
What books have most influenced your life?
Mystical journeys like The Pilgrimage and The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, The Camino by Shirley MacLaine, Star Woman and Jaguar Woman (etc) by Lynn V. Andrews, mystery/chick lit like the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris, the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich, and YA fiction (beloved by grown-ups too) Harry Potter, of course.
What is your favorite book from childhood?
Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends. I also adored the Serendipity books, which were magical tales about animals both real and imaginary.
Are the names of the characters in your novels important?
They’re important in that they are all codenames or nicknames, to protect the innocent.
What’s your favorite fruit?
Strawberries, covered in chocolate.
Do you ever wish you had an entirely uncreative job?
I have never ever wished that, and never would. Writing is my dream job, and I live the dream every day.
What are the most important attributes to remaining sane as a writer?
Remaining sane requires giving yourself permission to really delve in to your craft, being open to suggestions, as well as having ways of completely separating oneself from writing, i.e. other hobbies and interests that have nothing to do with it. You have to be able to close the door on it and leave it in that room on occasion (hopefully you have a writing room or a space in your room just for writing). I also can’t stress enough having a peer group of people you trust, who won’t get jealous of your talents and skills and also won’t blow smoke, meaning they will be honest with you about your writing, whether it sparkles and shines or needs some polishing up.
What was the greatest thing you learned at school?
Collectively, my education taught me that people should follow their hearts regardless of what anyone tries to tell them. Take advice with a grain of salt, because that is one person’s opinion and their scope is limited to their perspective. Only YOU know yourself the best.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
I have two: Stephen King, who wrote On Writing and knows how to write a gripping scene that keeps readers up all night reading! Also, Hal Zina Bennett’s Write from the Heart: Unleashing the Power of your Creativity. He’s a wonderful writer and his books are deep, meaningful and spiritual. He was very encouraging and inspiring to me in the writing of Ninja Nanny.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
Sure. My sequel is currently in the hands of a very fine editor who is helping me turn it into the bestseller it is destined to be, but here’s a snippet of the first book, Ninja Nanny: The Beginning:
The Big Day
I had looked forward to today for what seemed like eons. I’d practiced for it for same. I was to face an actual ninja in the secret dojo underneath the gym where I worked out! I practiced my jabs, upper cuts and back fists, preparing for what was to come, and then moving on to kicks.
This was the first time I’d dressed all in black to spar. I was nervous as hell, but vowed not to show it. We were allowed to use hands and feet only, no weapons. There was only one rule: I was to disable my opponent by any means necessary, but if either of us got seriously injured, we had to stop.
I didn’t know which direction he, or she, would be coming from. There were mirrors everywhere and four entryways, sans doors. I stood in the center of the room, waiting, breathing, grounding and centering. I imagined the strength of the planet coming up through the earth and floor into my feet to assist me and give me power, balance and stamina. I self-checked, making sure I was alert but not stiff. I had to keep flexible and loose, ready for anything.
It was official. I was in the zone.
I sensed a movement behind me and to the right. I turned and saw a fast flash of black coming straight at me, instantly aware that the flash was male and unarmed. I remembered the helpful hints my trainer had given me: Use your intuition. I sensed my opponent’s fierceness; that he was quick to act and wanted to get the job done—the job of defeating his opponent. Maybe too quick
…Don’t give away your moves.
So to that end I let him come at me, waiting to see what he’d do before I responded. He was so fast, his wiry body whirring with energy—almost too fast to see. Almost like the Tasmanian Devil from cartoons. Suddenly, he did a roundhouse kick. I ducked to avoid it, looked up and he had disappeared. I was no longer in the dojo, but in the mountains, in Japan. I realized that I now had the body I’d had as a child when I lived there.
I remembered this place. My parents had taken me here the day I turned 5. It was a special birthday trip, to enjoy nature and each other.
As we started the drive home after a fun day of sightseeing and hiking, I saw a summer camp of boys practicing martial arts outside. There were about a hundred, all sparring in pairs, and all evenly spaced in the field. I was mesmerized. I asked my parents if I could learn. They said no, I was a girl and should focus on other sports, like tennis or track. I knew this was a typical protective parent response, but I wasn’t upset. I knew I would learn someday.
And then I saw him.
I knew his face instantly, but wasn’t sure from where. I waved and he waved back. My parents drove on, unnoticing.
When I came to, I was sweating, and remembered nothing of the fight. My opponent shook my hand in ninja fashion, quickly and without feeling, and left through the door kitty corner to the one he’d entered from.
As Jin congratulated and hugged me, I looked into the face of the man I’d waved at as a child, realizing I’d always known this face. He smiled for a split second, some combination of recognition and humor playing across his face. His brown eyes flashed a deep green for a moment, and I though I was seeing things.
“Phoenix, we should talk. However, I teach a class in 10 minutes.”
“Okay, I understand. See you next session.”
We bowed to each other, and he silently left the room.
Life inside the training studio was usually pretty simple. I was given challenges and met them head on. It was a lot of hard work, but there were very few surprises. The outcome was for the most part known. Either one opponent would win, or the other would. The benefits of training were also known, of course. Being in excellent physical shape speaks for itself. There was no clutter here, which made it easy to think clearly. The only ones I laid eyes on were the ones who’d been invited—one could enter this dojo by special invitation only.
Life outside the studio: not so simple. I didn’t have an instructor for how to deal with this guy I had my eye on, who seemed shy and wouldn’t make a move. Well, to be honest, I didn’t just like him—he totally consumed my thoughts. It was out of control, and needed to be dealt with. Only…I didn’t want to deal. For the first time in my life, I wanted to run away. I was scared of everything, rejection, or worse. The possibility he might actually like me back. I didn’t know which was scarier. I could face adversaries as I’d learned to do in training, but not this flippin’ firefighter.
Children, Conundrums & Change
Outside the studio, before the firefighter showed up in my life, I had everything under control. I felt good about my life as a 20-something nanny. My finances were in order, and life was just peachy keen, jelly bean.
I knew I could make a decent income as a nanny, and could learn a lot about how to take care of kids. That’s exactly what I’d been doing for 3 years. Cleaning, learning and earning. I wanted a solid foundation for my life, and stability. I wasn’t good at dealing with change. Little did I know, however, changes were blowing in with the breeze: big changes.
I was conceived and born in Japan, and spent the first five years of my life there. I was fascinated by martial arts, but my parents wouldn’t let me learn them, saying they were too dangerous. Even then, I remember thinking that not learning them would be more dangerous. But try explaining that in five-year-old language. We moved to Washington State, but I never forgot the early days and ways, and I yearned to go back.
I was born to be bad. I had a fire in me that just wouldn’t let me settle down and live a normal life (whatever that might be, these days). Plus, my nanny job was with a newborn. All the softness and cuddling and baby faces and baby talk just about made me want to puke. It was an easy job, because that baby couldn’t backtalk or throw tantrums—he just cried, and 9 times out of 10, I plugged him up with the pacifier. It worked. Those tenth times were rough, but rare. Such a good baby.
One has to find balance in life. This nannying job didn’t put out my fire, so I started taking martial arts lessons. I took them for a year, and I got good. I took them for two, and I got even better.
My schedule looked like this:
Super loving, nurturing, sweet, gentle, controlled substitute mom
Those last two hours of my day taught me how to toughen up, be strong, and hone those reflexes. In essence, they taught me how to be a fighter. They felt very clandestine, as they were held in the basement of my gym. Only martial artists knew about the place. This included the gym’s owner, Jin, who kept his skills a secret. Since I learned both Japanese and Chinese forms, I referred to Jin as both Sensei and Sifu. Being a business owner, he had to keep a lot of things secret.
So I was feeling fairly decent about life, in general. I had a chance to convince this firefighter he couldn’t live without me. I would keep the training quiet, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt his pride. He could remain feeling like Mr. Studly without ever knowing my secret.
Then my world was turned upside down. The proverbial carpet was pulled out from under me. The tablecloth was pulled from the table, like in that magic trick where all the dishes stay put, but this time—they all broke. Dark clouds gathered, a heavy rain pelted down, and lightning bolts made the sidewalks hiss all around me, and the question hung in the air: “How would Natalie, the nefarious Ninja Nanny find someone to help her quell the fires within? How on earth would she ever find love now?”
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Yes! If you’re trying to finish a book and it’s been sitting around in some stage of unfinished chaos for eons, I highly recommend signing up to write during National Novel Writing Month, or nanowrimo.org. It’s during November every year, and the goal is to get to 50,000 words without stopping or letting your inner editor take over and slow your progress. This is how I wrote both books in the NN series. I finished them some months later, but got the initial 35,000 words out the first time and more the second. And really, what else is there to do when the nights are so cold and dark and dismal and short, than delve into a project that keeps you warm from the inside? I believe there are so many unfinished novels of brilliance out there, and the light from the passion to write burning inside these authors could light up such a cold night for miles…They just need to pick up the proverbial pen again.
Also, read as much as you can: every type of writing you can get your hands on, from the back of a cereal box or a shampoo bottle (Aussie products for example have creative, witty descriptions) to guidebooks to miniature books they sell at Barnes & Noble counters, to magazines, to newspapers (online articles), to all genres of novels, and beyond. This will make you a better writer. Pay attention to what people are reading in public places. This will help you learn what’s selling.
Make your book a Facebook page, even if it’s not finished, and market, market, market. Social networking is amazing free marketing. If you have a little extra money, make an ad on Facebook to get your book’s page likes up. Also, Goodreads is absolutely amazing for advertising–have a Giveaway, which will help get the word out. Have book signings at local fairs and bookstores.
Also, I don’t recommend using a print on demand publisher. It is too expensive, and they end up wanting more and more money to market the author when much of this can be done by oneself (with friend and family help – this makes it easier and more enjoyable). Authors shouldn’t pay to be published, but if they don’t want to wait to be accepted by a literary agent and big publishing company, they should go through a site like Createspace which offers affordable printing and comes out looking professional.
Thank you for reading a bit about me and I’d like to introduce you to other authors along this hop. Their links are below: