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You know how they say that the average human only uses 2% of their brain?

Ok, not sure how they figured that one out, but I always thought, how cool would it be to use more? 

But now I'm thinking, not so much.

Human brain = scary.

If you want further proof, just take a look at this.

Thankful Thursday:  
They may seem like little things, but they're not:
I am thankful for the 2%.
And I am thankful for downtime.

I am not sure why my first book is about fairies, since I obviously have a thing for zombies.

Zombies.  Yum. Love them.  Got to see 28 Weeks Later over the weekend.  Now, this wasn't just a nonstop gorefest (although it was that), but it also had its touching moments, too. A lot can be said about a movie that makes you think, wow, actually, I have it pretty good.

Yes, of course, I'm not currently being chased by zombies.  So yeah, obviously I have it better than the people in the movie.

But not only that.  In the movie, the guy and his wife are being chased by zombies.  The zombies begin to close in on her, and what does the loving husband do?  Does he run in and save her?  No!  He gets the hell out of there, leaving her to face the zombies on her own.  Somehow, she ends up surviving, and miraculously, though she's infected, doesn't become a zombie.  She gets taken to the hospital, where her husband, who's been feeling guilty this whole time, sees her and begs her forgiveness.  The wife, out of the goodness of her heart, tells him, that's okay, I love you anyway.  Then he kisses her, gets infected, and eats her.

I don't think there's any way possible to have worse romantic luck than that.

So yeah, my hubby sometimes buys stupid things in O scale.  He sometimes leaves me alone, while I feel like throwing up a lung, to take care of the baby.  And every once in awhile he'll eat the last donut I was saving for breakfast.  But he's never left me to fend for myself in a room full of zombies, or gouged my eyes out before gnawing out my vocal chords.  

Yet.

I guess what I'm meaning to say is that nothing in life is perfect.  I learned that last week, after working on my revisions for my novel for the fourth week in a row.  Every time I opened up the document, I found something that could change.  Something that needed work.  And you know what I realized?  I probably could have opened up that document from now until the zombie apolocalypse and still found things that I hated.  That's why, when I thought I had sufficiently addressed everything on my editor's "to-change" list, I cut the ties and handed it over.  

Yes, it's far from perfect.  I doubt it will ever be.  But it sure beats getting chewed on by a zombie.  Life is pretty much great.
 

Oh.  I finished my first round of revisions for my editor yesterday.

<<Breathing sigh of relief>>

I will commence worrying whether she likes them on Monday.

 Until then, Happy Mother's Day to me.  And to all you other mothers out there.  (Especially mine! -- love you!:)

 Have you read this book yet?  

Well, I just finished it. It's by Keri Mikulski, a fellow Jersey Girl and sports fan.  Screwball is about Ashley, a talented softball pitcher who is used to dealing with pressures on the field.  But then she meets hottie Andrew, and suddenly, she's dealing with a whole new set of pressures.  How can she make time to be with her new boyfriend?  How can she stop being so jealous whenever she's not with him?  And why does her teammate Christy hate her?
Screwball is a fun, fast read, and though there are scenes with heavy "softball speak", it's not just for sports fans.  It's also a heartbreaking, realistic look at first love, loss, and what it takes to finally move on.  Definitely recommended; If you've ever been dumped, or found yourself juggling multiple priorities, you will relate to Ashley and enjoy Screwball, so do yourself a favor and order it here.