Honestly? I'm an empty-nesting mom looking for fun and plenty of distraction. Don't let the Snap Chat filters fool you. I love my husband. Good thing since we passed our 30 year anniversary years ago. I adore our inside kitty, Boo, and her opposite twin, Sweet Peanut, the feral beastie my husband and I are trying to tame. She has us SO wrapped and Boo knows it. She resents it, but that's another story. Poor prima kitty. Meanwhile, I crave someone or something to control, most often when my thoughts are running like a psychotic command and control station with zero control. (Can you feel me? If not, please, have mercy. My condition is very real.) Sadly, my Special Teams Navy vet counterpart doesn't take orders anymore. Like he ever did. Neither do my home schooled kiddos who have all flown states away. Lucky them... and, no, I don't wonder why. So, what's a girl to do? Write. Reach out. And create ongoing fantasies of what could be, should be, and will be for endless characters who—if they're fussy—can be written out. Bwahahah. I prefer tagging these willful ones with a happily-ever-after. Post torture, naturally, and could use your help! With far more than writing... but I'll leave that up to you. Be gentle.