Fully vaccinated and comfortable at the idea of entering the outside world once again, the first thing I did was… make an appointment to get my hair cut. Doctor visits, dentist visits, that stuff can wait. After fifteen months of isolation, I’m not going to try to fix the sad, flyaway stuff on top of my head. Harrell volunteered to help, but that wasn’t going to happen. I saw what he did to his own hair.
Six months into the pandemic, my guy watched 15 minutes of a YouTube video and decided he had haircutting down. It turns out, he’d overestimated his abilities. Holding the hair clipper in hand, he came out of the bathroom and told me, “Guess I have a mullet now.”
I so wish I’d had my cellphone handy.
Since my face is all wrong for a mullet – here’s how you know: Do you have a face? If you do, it’s all wrong for a mullet – I called Heather, my hair stylist. She didn’t have any openings for a couple of weeks, so the second thing I did was to fuel up the car, drive for hours across the desert, and went to see babies. I’m still with the babies. As soon as I’m done with this note, I’m playing with the little ones again. If the babies weren’t so far away, I’d be tempted to do this EVERY week. If this particular blog is a little short of sauce, you now know why. I’ve been distracted.
Because I almost never think of grabbing my cellphone, I failed to take a picture of the desert as I crossed it. Instead, I borrowed this image by Simon Maisch from Unsplash. It’s not unlike “my” desert.
I do have this to share: I set up an Amazon Author Central page a couple of days ago. I’m not a fan of Author Central pages. I find them to be awkward-looking things, not unlike a mullet, but a very nice person has offered to help promote one of my new releases and asked I set one up. Since I had to include an author’s photo, I used one from a few years go. You know, back in the days when someone else was cutting my hair. And coloring it.
It’s not my best picture. My best picture is in my head, which is where I imagine I look better than what my evil, lying mirror shows me.
I also discovered an interesting site, How Many of Me. The website uses Census Bureau data to estimate how many people in the USA share whatever name you enter. We’re not talking exact numbers here, but it’s definitely in the general vicinity. When I plugged in “Renee Harrell”, for example, the HowMany team told me there are 36 people sharing the same name in the States. No idea if any of those names are pen names, though. There are 13 people named “Anne Glynn”, our other pseudonym. It feels like all of them are on Facebook.
Last week, I used their calculator to see how many real people shared the same name as the villainess in our next story. HowMany said, There are 1 or fewer people in the U.S. (with that name). That sounds a lot like “none” to me. This fictional bad girl is a really, really awful person. For no real reason, I’m pleased there’s only one of her.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, babies!
Six months into the pandemic, my guy watched 15 minutes of a YouTube video and decided he had haircutting down. It turns out, he’d overestimated his abilities. Holding the hair clipper in hand, he came out of the bathroom and told me, “Guess I have a mullet now.”
I so wish I’d had my cellphone handy.
Since my face is all wrong for a mullet – here’s how you know: Do you have a face? If you do, it’s all wrong for a mullet – I called Heather, my hair stylist. She didn’t have any openings for a couple of weeks, so the second thing I did was to fuel up the car, drive for hours across the desert, and went to see babies. I’m still with the babies. As soon as I’m done with this note, I’m playing with the little ones again. If the babies weren’t so far away, I’d be tempted to do this EVERY week. If this particular blog is a little short of sauce, you now know why. I’ve been distracted.
Because I almost never think of grabbing my cellphone, I failed to take a picture of the desert as I crossed it. Instead, I borrowed this image by Simon Maisch from Unsplash. It’s not unlike “my” desert.
I do have this to share: I set up an Amazon Author Central page a couple of days ago. I’m not a fan of Author Central pages. I find them to be awkward-looking things, not unlike a mullet, but a very nice person has offered to help promote one of my new releases and asked I set one up. Since I had to include an author’s photo, I used one from a few years go. You know, back in the days when someone else was cutting my hair. And coloring it.
It’s not my best picture. My best picture is in my head, which is where I imagine I look better than what my evil, lying mirror shows me.
I also discovered an interesting site, How Many of Me. The website uses Census Bureau data to estimate how many people in the USA share whatever name you enter. We’re not talking exact numbers here, but it’s definitely in the general vicinity. When I plugged in “Renee Harrell”, for example, the HowMany team told me there are 36 people sharing the same name in the States. No idea if any of those names are pen names, though. There are 13 people named “Anne Glynn”, our other pseudonym. It feels like all of them are on Facebook.
Last week, I used their calculator to see how many real people shared the same name as the villainess in our next story. HowMany said, There are 1 or fewer people in the U.S. (with that name). That sounds a lot like “none” to me. This fictional bad girl is a really, really awful person. For no real reason, I’m pleased there’s only one of her.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, babies!
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