You know; that I indulged in a little Entering My Third Decade pampering. Perhaps that I got a much needed massage or had a fresh mani/pedi to brighten my mood. Given the gravity of the weirdness infiltrating my life, a day of drunken debauchery would have been just as fitting. Or, even if I had not had the gumption to go that far, that I had at least spent those days relaxing and recuperating, straightening out my head and making sense of the crazy train I had so recently boarded. Yeah… I wish. While I did get a lot of research done over those few days, it was done in the most bat-crap crazy fashion possible. I didn’t leave my apartment. I kept the doors locked and the shades drawn. Every light in every room blazed like the sun 24/7, electric bill be damned. I lived off of coffee and a stockpile of Chinese take-out while I scoured the Internet for every bit of information I could find on the fae. Trust me, when I say “everything” I mean, everything. I went far past Google’s top picks as I combed through every single little thing I could find: Wikipedia entries, Irish folklore, mythology essays, references in children’s books, long diatribes on pagan theology.
What do You think about Iron (The Warding Book 1)?
