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Author: Shiloh Walker
I'm a mom. I'm a wife. I used to be a nurse. I read. And I write.
#bvw17, an apology, life, other assorted bullshit
Not necessarily in that order. Also, bear with me as I’m doing this from my phone. This is pretty much the note I sent to “#bvw17, an apology, life, other assorted bullshit”
It’s okay to say it…
Practice it. N. O. NOOOOO…. Deep breath. Try it again. No. Sometime, we should even shout it. Or…just whisper it. No. A polite email. A “It’s okay to say it…”
It’s your last chance…Want to get in on Damon?
Read the first chapter Chapter One “Oh, Damon. Your face…your poor face.” The breathy, little girl voice, sweeter than sugar, really didn’t fit the insane “It’s your last chance…Want to get in on Damon?”
A release…a short story…a booksigning…life
A little bit of this, a little bit of that… Hi. Oi. Why does it seem like the older and the less energy I have, “A release…a short story…a booksigning…life”
Anybody wanna commission…
Diva is now in college-saving mode. She has been accepted and has some money coming in via scholarships, but she’s also looking to hire herself “Anybody wanna commission…”