Write tipsy. Edit tipsy. Drink Prosecco.

It doesn’t even have to be fancy Prosecco.

Do I seem like the type of person to remain focused on a project for more than .10 seconds? What is that…a millisecond? I’ve never had an Adderall prescription and, because I live in the good ol’ USA and healthcare is a joke, I probably won’t ever get one. Which means I find other ways to settle my little ping-pong brain down. Like some bubbly.

The benefits of this method are few. Not healthy! Liver damage! Sleepy! I haven’t yet invested in proper champagne glasses and therefore am MURDERING the effervescence and flavor notes of my favorite drink! Also, I’m not sure it actually helps me focus at all (though this is up for debate when paired with 3-4 cups of coffee). But it’s fun.

Guess what else is fun? Finishing a book.

You may have heard, if you’re getting an email notification about this post and I have already texted you to crow my triumph, that I have finished Hymn of the Ancients. I needed to make a blog post about it, I guess, because I have not self-medicated with bubbly yet and I only had three paltry cups of coffee this morning. But somehow I overcame the looming need for a nap, my whining 5 year old, low device batteries, and impending dinnertime to bring to you……

Absolutely nothing.

“Why?!” Perhaps you are thinking this. Perhaps you are shouting it at the screen.

The answer: I have not yet begun the editing process. I have not yet uncovered every single hole there is to uncover and then filled it back in with painstakingly concentrated keystrokes and soil. I am doing this alone…but I do not have to.

Do you want to be a beta reader? Do you want to swear a binding oath in spirit and blood that ties you to my life force for as long as I walk this mortal plane? It’s simple! Just send me a message, raven, eldritch chant, or burnt offering of your choice. I’m not picky. Please specify which of the questions you are reaching out to me about, or I will choose for you. This is not a small commitment. Choose wisely.

Back to the moss I go.