My Little Secret

Good afternoon, my Lovelies!

It has been a hot minute! I know! I'm trying, y'all. I really am.

I hope this blog finds you healthy, happy, and living your best life. Me? I've come an incredibly long way on the health front and feel better than I have in about 20 years. Happy? I'm working on it. Living my best life? I'm working on it.

I'm just back from my first author signing event of the year and while I wish it had been a bit more successful for me as far as book sales, I did have a good time. It's always great to talk to readers and to see my book-world friends.

I've been pretty busy working on this next book. I'm literally days away from having the first draft finished which is always an exciting time for me. Finishing one book and starting another? It's an amazing feeling.

So what's on my mind today? Oh, I could load you guys up with all the bullshit that floats through my head. But today I think we'll talk about secrets.

It's okay to have secrets. Truly. It is.

I'm great at keeping secrets. I always have been. Even as much of a proponent as I am for knowledge and research, there are just some things that not everyone needs to know.

I suppose I'm lucky. I have a core group of friends, the best bitches in the whole damn world, who I can tell anything to. Do they know all my secrets? No. But they know a bunch and I know that I can talk to them about those secrets and they will not tell anyone outside our group. I trust them implicitly.

Not much beats a drunk night with the girls spilling all the latest.

That being said, there are things from my past that nobody needs to know about. There are things I'm involved with now that nobody needs to know about. And I can guaran-damn-tee you that there WILL be things in my future that nobody needs to know about. 

There are times when it's nice to hold events, thoughts, and memories close to your heart. It's nice to pull those out every once in a while, remember the moment, and then tuck it away again.

Will I ever reveal all my secrets? Maybe. Maybe not.

Maybe I'll wait until I'm in a nursing home. Can't you just see me with a walker chasing those randy old men around and telling anyone who will listen about my questionable past? They'll never believe me and think I'm just as full of shit as I am.

Sometimes the truth is far better and more entertaining than fiction.

I hope you all have an amazing month ahead! I'm sure you'll be hearing from me soon!



Until next time and as always,


Much love and private thoughts and moments from me to you,

Shelly (a/k/a Dawn Love)


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