Can we blame it on allergies?

“Why are they all so phlegmy?”  My Honey asked me.  “I’ve never seen a sport with so much spitting.”

Ugh!

He’s right.  We’re watching #15 lick spit off his chin like a rabid dog.  It’s times like this, or when they blow their noses with their fingers, that I’m not sure why I love this game.  I tend to look away when they show the bench.  Nasty things happen there.

“I’ll give them some credit for their restraint though.  I’m telling you if some guy pissed me off out there and I was holding a stick in my hand…” My Honey muses.

He’s right.  As much fighting as they do, I’m often amazed there isn’t more.  The more frustrated they get, the more punches fly.

“Seriously, some of the stuff they do, anybody else would get 5 to 10.”

I’ve forced him to watch most of two games today.  He’s very patient.  Although, he did offer to start rooting for Detroit since he knows my loathing of the Red Wings.

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I worked for three days tweaking Chapter 16.  It was an important chapter and a whole lot of emotional and psychological stuff was going on that I wanted to get right.  It’s important that my hero remain “a nice guy” without being a wuss.  Also, our heroine had to have a REALLY good reason for her refusal to do something relatively simple.  Sometimes this is all so complicated.

Out April 26th

To make matters worse, I’m reading and advance copy of one of my favorite authors.  The book is fabulous – the title is awful.  When I have a great book going, it’s really hard to write until the book is done.

I’ve started writing reviews and posting them on my examiner.com site.  What’s really exciting about that is I’m getting advance copies of stuff.  I know some of you are jealous out there and you should be!  I’m so excited about it.  Do you know what that tells you about me? 

That I am a giant nerd.