Cave Dwelling

Welcome to my cave.  It's that zone I go into when I am so consumed with a manuscript that I can't seem to function.  It's dark and kind of small, not a lot of room for external things like TV, or grocery shopping, or laundry, or even dinner on the occasional obsessive nights.   As small as it is, I assure you it is well stocked with ideas, coffee, and an ungodly amount of candy hearts.  Before you ask, yes I do quite frequently spell out cryptic messages with those hearts, and YES most, if not all, of those messages are wholly inappropriate!

I exited said cave briefly today to blog and to restock my coffee supplies.  That required a trip to the store and cursing at an insane amount of incompetent drivers.  Fully caffeinated and having reached my profanity quota for the day, I am heading back in.  I will make room for those of you who also encamped in writing/editing mode.  I will supply the coffee, a vast array of flavored cream, even the occasional left-over box of valentines candy.  I will even edit and critique for you. But you must, absolutely must bring me a bag of candy hearts.  They are fresh out of them at the store. I just ate the last one that said "1-on-1" and I need to finish my latest candy message.