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So I just did a thing. I was just on the Dr. Laura Schlessinger Show promoting my books Bad Dates and 128 Small Things You Can Do Right Now To Make the World a Better Place.
"Holiday shopping question: who on your list needs a laugh?
I have a small stack of signed copies of 128 Small Things and Ginger Snapped, and just 3 of Bad Dates until next week. I'll personalize them to whoever you're gifting.
$15.99 each, plus $6 shipping for up to three books. Order through the link in my bio, or pay with X Money and DM me your address and who to sign it to."
You guys are never going to guess what song is stuck in my head, even though every one of you have had it stuck in your head.
The All Are Welcome Here crew strikes again.
Why are the ones who demand tolerance always the ones who are so intolerant?
And how awful it must be to be so angry all the time.
I'm not a fan of any of the DFL elected leaders in my state, and that includes Ilhan Omar, but I don't spend more than a few minutes thinking about them. And that's only because they are in the news constantly.
This woman probably goes to bed seething every evening because Trump walks the planet.
That's a sad way to live the one life you've been given.
. @MichaelsStores refused to custom frame three things for me: my favorite image of President @realDonaldTrump, a @McNaughtonArt piece, and an original moon landing newspaper.
Apparently "custom framing" now means the clerk approves your art first.
Is that corporate policy, or just one employee's politics?
You can find the calendar here! redhead-ranting.myshopify.co…
The temps dropped nearly 30 degrees so we're officially in soup weather. Drop your favorite soup recipe in the comments, please. 👇🍜.
This is the life I was meant to live.
Replying to @redheadranting @Zoc57
Here's your custom Hallmark-style Halloween romance:
Pumpkin Spice Kisses
A skeptical city writer inherits a pumpkin farm and collides with the charming local farmer who swears the town has real magic. Festivals, black cats, and autumn nights turn rivalry into romance under the full moon. Cozy, sweet, zero gore.
This is the one I got (affiliate link), but I think I might have to get the dinosaur one too. link.amazon/B0e2hkF5z
Wow. This is big.
Duluth is dark blue, like the Twin Cities.
If Bernie is upstate hitting the trail for Flanagan ...
...Tafoya is probably going to win.
My Grokbot is adding all my books to Ingram and making the adjustments to the covers and all the other things I missed when I started this journey. This is an amazing time saver. My Grokbot has also created a marketing plan with items I would have never considered on my own. This is a game changer for indie authors.
I'm so sick of Halloween and all its sequels on nonstop play. I'm sick of most of the Halloween movies, have they made one in the recent past that was interesting?
In other words - I'm looking for a good Halloween movie that isn't a slasher flick, or gory scary like the Saw movies.
Basically I want a Hallmark Halloween movie. Are there any you recommend?
I woke up with Oh! Susannah stuck in my head and this is so much worse than TLC's No Scrubs!!!
What your worst earworm?
One day @johnondrasik will not just like my posts, but he will follow me, and until he does I will keep posting about this amazing song he wrote.
And let's face it, I will continue to post about this song, and his others, even after he follows me, because there are few songwriters like him anymore.
The Riddle was released in 2006, the year my father died. The song was released in May, my father passed away in late September. We buried him in October.
We had a complicated relationship, and yet somehow John managed to encapsulate it so beautifully in just under 4 minutes without knowing either of us.
I've been writing about my father my whole life and I have never been able to tie it up so neatly. And I actually knew him.
The whole song makes me happy/sad/grateful/longing but none of it so much as the lyrics "Hey, dad" because that is how I started each call I had with him.
And even though we disagreed about a lot of things, he always picked up the phone.
There were only two idols the boys on my block/in my generation looked up to - Evel Knievel and Mohammad Ali.
That was it. Those were the choices.
And it wasn't a choice. You could ride your banana seat BMX bike off a ramp and jab your best friend in the face, you didn't have to pick one.
And none of them did.
Every American man aged 60 - 65 knows every word to this song.
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