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Hi, guys.

So, as many of you know-and maybe, some who don't-I am currently in the throes of writing my first novel.

Yeah. Good times.

And while I am doing this, and as you have observed-I am not able to dedicate time to this here little blog. (insert audible Boo-awwww...sigh, here) 

But fear not, loyalists!

I have done a typically genius thing, and put out a call to action to all of my awesome writer friends who also dabble and may not have a blog of their own to speak of. To clarify, I'm not sure why they don't, because most of these folks are kick-ass writers themselves. And (what? I can be humble. Shutup, I can!) even better than me at the craft.

So, guest bloggers abound!

Our first guest is a local chef in my little city, and has an interest and all things cee-gar oriented. The art of enjoying a fine cigar may not be as poplar with my chicks out there, but to be honest...I think a little knowledge on the subject is a learning experience and also-might be popular reading for my lingering dude-readers.

So, enjoy the first guest blogger post and watch for many more to come, from a diverse and awesome field of experienced and fellow amateur writers.
This is going to be epic.

Watch for the first guest post today or tomorrow at the latest.
And, I will of course send some small updates about the novel as we go. I'm close to 285 pages now, with about 150-200 more to come before edits. And, oh yeah! I almost forgot...I am crowd-funding for the publishing costs. Anyone who wishes to donate, can do so...here: https://www.gofundme.com/publish-a-dream

Feel free to give, as a little as a buck or two will do cause' bucks add up. And if you cannot donate at this time, you are still amazing, and I love you to pieces. But, there is a way to still throw me an assist for free. Share the link on any social media, and with your rich -or any friends at all. ;)

Until then...

Get yo' guest on. Woot. 
Have fun!



Happy New Year. XOXO.
T







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