to come is miserable. Today was cold as an ice bar, but knowing it’s supposed to be seventy over the weekend makes it even worse! It was sunny, but that was a misnomer of the temperature, and when I stepped out on the porch, I was unpleasantly reminded it was still March. I know, the weather is a banal topic, but no less a pain in the ass.
I’m working on a new story, and it’s hard to think about sunny climes and warm breezes when the tip of your nose is freezing.
Am I the only one waiting for the weather to meet the calendar? Cheers!
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Published by Sam E. Kraemer
I grew up in the rural Midwest before moving to the East Coast with a dashing young man who swept me off my feet, and we've now settled in the desert of Nevada. I write M/M contemporary romance, subgenres: sweet low angst, age-gap, cowboys, mysteries, and military/mercenary to name a few. I am a firm believer in "Love is Love" regardless of how it presents itself, and I'm a staunch ally of the LGBTQIA+ community.
I have a loving, supportive family, and I feel blessed by the universe and thankful every day for all I have been given. I’m old enough to know how to have fun, but too old to care what others think about my definition of a good time. In my heart and soul, I believe I hit the cosmic jackpot. Cheers!
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