I’m a Tinkerbell fan. Really I am. Tinkerbell stationary. Tinkerbell quilt and pillow (thanks Bron). Tinkerbell cell phone cover. Tinkerbell on my purse and laptop case. Tinkerbell on my office walls… My first erotic romance was about a fairy. Coincidence? Probably not. Now my heroine in that book wasn’t remotely fashioned after Tinkerbell, but she has the Tink attitude in spades. You gotta like that. Attitude.
I love Oreos. I used to like the outsides best but lately I’ve really been into the cream filling. They’re great with milk. They’re great with coffee. Frankly, Oreos are the perfect snack. They’re featured in at least three of my favourite desserts. And I have none in the house since I’ve restarted Weight Watchers. Oreos…Weight Watchers…Coincidence? Probably not.
I have three names. Three full names. That’s not uncommon for an author. One is my pen name. One is my work name. And one is the name by which the rest of the world knows me. One of them might be Tink R. Bell. You want to talk about split personalities…? lol. I don’t have MPD but sometimes it feels as if I do. There are days when I seriously have to think, “Okay. Wait…who am I right now?” Then of course there’s Sophie. Just Sophie. No last name. She’s the snarky side of me and she has a very low tolerance for teenagers and for idiot drivers (sometimes the same people). Sophie has a mild case of road rage, though she’d never act on it. I had to start reigning her in when my son started frequently using the word idiot. Oops. Well…mother of the year isn’t one of my personas.