Writing Prompt Wednesday: Birth of Darsha


Welcome to Writing Prompt Wednesday!!! (Hopefully) Each week, I’ll have a sentence, and from that, I’ll create a scene. Some may be longer than others. Some may be connected to something that I have already out.

This week’s sentence: The blood dripped slowly down the wall. 

This one is connected to a universe that I’m still hammering out. I hope you enjoy the Birth of Darsha.

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved*****

The blood slowly dripped down the wall. The rancid stench of bile and other bodily fluids clogged her nose as she stood at the edge of the area. She had done the impossible.

Their great champion, their ferocious Beast, was dead at her feet.

The rich noblemen and their ladies were all silent as she closed her left hand and backed away from the man that fought for them. His body crumbled into a heap of flesh as she turned to the man watching over the pit.

He was their King. One of the seven that ruled the Valescape. She didn’t care. He stole what her family had, simply because he could. He took her sisters and sold them off like they nothing more than trinkets. But now she stood over his champion. The Prince he cultivated himself from childhood. The frown on his face proved that he was not pleased with the outcome of the match.

Laughter bubbled up from her. She watched as the women around her grew more horrified by the moment. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and doubled over as she laughed at the painted flowers that acted as if they were not part of a twisted food chain. Her weapons clattered to the dirt ground as she tried to calm herself. The humor of her situation was the prominent thought on her mind.

The King knew of her family’s traitorous behavior. He ordered the death and selling of her family because of her father’s actions. He knew that out of her mother and her sisters, she would have been the one to cause a problem. She would have been the one to become a rebel. She would have been the one to demand justice for her father. In order to seem fair, the King put her in a death match with his champion. A werewolf-troll hybrid against a small demon woman.

Now the King had a dilemma on his hands.

Would he allow the new champion of his fighting pits to live, or would he eliminate the possibility of her trying to seek revenge for her family by killing her?

Her grandmother always told her that life was full of choices. And most often, they were choices she wouldn’t like.

The sounds of the gates being lifted echoed in the arena. Her laughter died enough for her to look around and see four guards shuffling in. She straightened and met the gaze of the King that took her father’s head. “I thought I would get a boon,” she said.

Her voice echoed around the arena. It was soon followed by gasps of outrage and shock. She didn’t care. She only stayed focused on the danger surrounding her.

The King of Gluttony raised his hand and the crowd silenced. “You haven’t won the championship yet.” He looked at his men. “Whoever wins this, will get their boons.”

She closed her eyes as she braced herself for the first blow. When it came, she was thrown across the arena. As she rolled across the dirt floor, she grabbed a rusted and discarded short sword. She started to stand when a fist slammed into her face. Four demons descended on her with kicks and punches to her body. One grabbed her hair and lifted her to her feet.

“We’re going to enjoy this Milady.”

She tightened her grip on the short sword she held and raised it. The women in the audience gasped when she cut off the guard’s hand, as well as most of her long black locks of hair. She landed on her feet and turned to the one nearest her. She swung her sword and continued to move, ignoring the fact that he fell to his knees clutching at his neck.

It was like her fight with Beast all over again. Move, swing, parry, strike. The surest target would be the torso, but the efficient ones were the neck and face. Tendons were good for immobilizing. She moved around her attackers using the ebb and flow of their own movements. One guard reached for her, she sidestepped him but raked her clawed free hand across his face as he fell. Another swung his own sword at her. She blocked his blade and jumped to the side, avoiding a different swing from another guard. A smile crossed her face as she backed away from the four guards and found herself standing over Beast’s dead body.

“My King,” she called out. She didn’t take her eyes from the four demons that were nearly foaming at the mouth to kill her. “I will give you what you want. The Domini House is dead. All that would fight for the line are gone and done.”

“You are still breathing, My dear.”

She smiled and looked at the King. He was playing his hand, to not lose face in front of his people. Her father tried to do the same thing, many times.

His head was now on a pike.

She would have to play to the King’s base nature and override the idea that she would be his enemy. She continued to smile as the guards ran at her at once.

Her body underwent the transformation in less than a second. Gone was the shell of flesh and muscle she normally wore. Gone was the ripped and tattered dress her mother made her wear when the King showed up at her family’s manor months ago. Gone was the possible bride sons of the nobility tried to court to gain favor with both her father and their King.

Now she stood in her true form. She knew what everyone saw. It was a fear whispered by children. The dreaded monster that could devour your soul and take you off the wheel of life and death. The creatures were ferocious and nearly unstoppable. And if one saw you, you were as good as dead. Now she floated above the ground with black robes around her. She pushed back the hood that covered her face. Someone in the audience screamed as everyone realized what she was.

She opened her skeletal hand and flexed her knife-like claws. The guards looked at her horrified as she rushed them, her arms open wide.

Another flash blinded everyone in the arena. Once the light died down, she stood in front of the King, in her usual form wearing nothing but blood. She raised her hands and dropped the heads of Beast, and the four guards at his feet. “The Domini House is dead,” she said again. “All those in opposition to your throne are gone.”

The frustration on his face was transparent. “You are still here, my dearest Lysette.”

She shook her head. “If it pleases you, report that I am dead. Or we can continue this farce and I can continue to kill your men. Use me as your general, or keep me in the pits. I don’t care. But I want my boon.”

One of the King’s fine eyebrows arched. “What would you want, if not your freedom?”

“My sisters. All three of them.”

The intrigue on his face faded. “Sisters. Are they like you?”

She shook her head. “No. They never learned to use my Grandmother’s powers.”

He looked like he was ready to strangle her himself. “Why?”

“For various reasons.” She kept her eyes locked with his as he stood. She didn’t back down as he towered over her. He was powerful enough to kill her. They all knew that. But she had to put her trust in the knowledge that he would see her more like an asset than a danger.

“The Domini line is dead. If your sisters are returned to you, they will have no family name,” he told her.

“They will be my sisters, nothing more,” she agreed.

He looked at her. “What is the name you hide?” he asked.

She looked at him with a grin. She knew who her grandmother was. She knew her grandmother would approve of doing what she had to in order to save her sisters. “Darsha,” she told him. She saw the King flinch and pressed on. “She died on a Hunt nearly fifteen years ago.”

The King nodded. “I never knew she had children.”

“We all keep secrets.”

He looked at her again. This time his gaze traveled up and down her nude body. “You have done well in keeping yours,” he said quietly. He then turned to the crowd. “I will grant the boons the winner of the match desires. I will have her sisters returned to her. And she will remain at my side as a General.” Murmurs ran through the crowd before he raised his hand again. “From this moment on, Lysette of the House of Domini is dead. The woman before you is now to be referred to as Darsha.”

One person started to slowly clap. It took a moment before the tension in the arena changed. People that were terrified of her transformation were cheering for her. The King waved his hand at her and she was instantly wearing a suit of armor. She bowed her head and covered her heart with her fist.

She would allow him to live. She would even fight for him. She would debase herself for no one except the man in front of her.

And once she gained enough power on her own, they would revisit this arena and she would walk out as King of the House of Gluttony.


Hope you enjoyed it!

See you next week!!!


A New Who


It’s no secret that I’m a lover of various fandoms. One fandom that I enjoy every season is Doctor Who. I started watching with Tennant. I laughed and cried through the various adventures of Eccleston (I went back and watched), Tennant and Smith. When Capaldi came along I was starting to fall off. There was something that just wasn’t there for me. I hated the companion (still wish they would have killed Clara and let her stay dead). Bill came along and it was a breath of fresh air. But something there was something… I don’t know. Lost when it came to the Doctor.

Then they started to spread rumors and speculation. The Doctor was going to be this Kris Marshall dude, Eddie Redmayne, Tilda Swinton, Halie Atwell. And what I’ll call The Great Debate started. Should the Doctor. A character that’s been around for eons be a woman.
We were told that we would have the announcement after Wimbledon. I was focused on Twitter, waiting just like everyone else to see what would happen. And then this beautiful creature was given the key to the TARDIS.


I, personally, have no clue who Jodie Whittaker is. But she’s the new Doctor. There are people that are flipping out because the Doctor, a role that’s always been a man, is now a woman.

Now I’m going to jump back to a conversation that I had with Tia. I was against the idea of a female Doctor. The Doctor had always been male, and if they make him a her, things are bound to get over sexualized and we’ll lose the core of why people love Doctor Who. But then we started talking, and I started thinking. Missy was The Master. Michelle Gomez was EPIC in that role. No one saw it coming and she was phenomenal with it. The majority of the companions were female (here’s looking at Mickey, Jack, Grandad, Rory and Nardole 🙂 ). And I started to break them down into roles of their relationship with The Doctor. But there was a sort of growth that happened in the companions, and it was leading to this change.

I will be the first to say, Clara became too big for her britches (an old term, I know. It’s not false though). Her arch went from being “The Impossible Girl” that was meant to save the Doctor, to the “The Plucky Assistant” that thought she could BECOME the Doctor (that’s my major problem with her). Her entire death was HER FAULT simply because SHE DIDN’T THINK THINGS THROUGH like the Doctor would. And in the end, he would pull her @$$ out of the fire again, and again, and again, until he couldn’t.

With Bill, we returned to the kind of Doctor where the questions came back into play. She had this thirst for knowledge that made me enjoy having her around. What got tiring, was the focus on her sexuality. I was over it by the end of her second episode to be totally honest. But I will admit, I was upset and cried a little with the season finale.

And here we are. On July 16, 2017, Peter Capaldi has said that he’s going to hang up his sonic and we now have a new Doctor. She’s got the key to the TARDIS

Jodie Whittaker has been revealed as the 13th Doctor, and social media is losing their minds! I’ve seen people that love the choice, and others that hate the choice, and then there is a third choice….

Those that simply hate that BBC has chosen a woman to play The Doctor.

Like I said before, I have never seen Whittaker act. There are a LOT of people saying that she’ll be great for the role. I hope they are right. She looks like she would fill the role well. She doesn’t look like the plucky young starry eyed female it seemed like the show was always going to go for (I loved Karen Gillian, we went over my feelings for Jenna Coleman.) This woman looked like she would be able to hang with Rose, Martha, and Donna. The adventures she could have with River would be endless. I kinda want to start a petition to have Jack come back just to see her (and I still want to know how he becomes the Face of Boe.) and be like “Doctor….” But again, that’s just me.

The people that are hating her being the choice, well, the ones that are in the usual cycle of “I don’t like it, but I’ll give it a chance.” I’ve been there. With BOTH Smith and Capaldi. Actually, I was more livid with Capaldi because he had already been on the show. I felt that while they may move people from one role to become a companion later was okay, but not for the Doctor! But they made it work. and I was wrong.

But there’s this… sect of people. Oh. My. Gallifrey! They have totally missed the point of this show (And coming from me, that’s saying something.)

One person said “Why are they pushing gender issues in a children’s show? How am I supposed to explain this to my kids?”

I’ve seen 2 Time Lords change from men to women. There was a commander in the Gallifreyan army that changed from an old white man into a black woman and Missy. It’s been explained in the show, Time Lords are not gender-exclusive. And you’ve already seen the man change TWELVE times! Change is good.

Another person went on and on about how “My childhood is ruined!”

Um… have you seen the Jem Movie? GI Joe? Transformers? My childhood has been raked over the coals and I’m still standing. Get over that. Honestly. We’re all adults here… mostly.

And I think my personal favorite is

“We should make Wonder Woman a man, and see how they react to that!”

Dude. Really? Let’s take Wonder Woman (a female that’s super strong, can fly, is a superhero with a secret identity) and make her a man…. *cough* Superman *cough* *cough* Shazam *cough* Sit down, your argument is beyond invalid.

But what a lot of the people that said those comments also say “I won’t be watching anymore.” And here’s where I say, you’re missing the point of the show.

Doctor Who, from my understanding, is a show about change. Change is good. Sometimes, change is bad. Change is inevitable. The only thing constant about change is that it changes.

Get over it. Really, if you’re upset that we’re getting a FEMALE Doctor, just on the fact that she’s a FEMALE, then that is a problem that YOU have to deal with. Just like if the Doctor had been cast as a black man, or anything other than a White male with some sort of accent (although, now that I think about it, I’d back Channing Tatum as the Doctor jk.)(But really, they never have an American accent. Maybe an American accent is England’s Accent of Evil. IDK), people would have flipped out. The world is changing. Everything else has started to change. It’s time that visual media change with it.

*whew* I didn’t think this would be THIS long. It’s a little all over the place, I know. But this is just how I feel. I’m not going to turn off my comments. If you want to talk like an adult about Whittaker (I’m going to use her last name because I’ve done that with EVERY other Doctor and won’t change), fine. But I’m not going to get involved with online word wars.


I can’t wait till Christmas! 🙂



Hello! It really has been some time.

I know there have been breaks between my posts, but this last time was pretty bad. I know that. A lot has happened since July of 2015, and I wanted to give you a quick catch up.

One for Sorrow has been released.

Halloween of 2016 saw the release of a new series called the Murder of Crows. One for Sorrow had been a labor of love for me. Oh! And it even won an award! It won in the paranormal romance category of the Chesapeake Romance Writers’ Rudy Award. I submitted it to a publisher, got rejected, and then released it myself. So, right now I’m working on the follow-up to One for Sorrow, Two for Joy. And while I’ve had to deal with more setbacks than I really want to think about, I know everything will work out in the end.

Yet another project to work on…

As many who know me realize, I keep quite a few plates in the air. I’m working on Two for Joy, I announced on my Facebook that I was putting Maxwell Investigations on hold since I finished out that arch. I’m also working on three OTHER pieces that may or may not see the light of day. Along with a few more projects that really all I have to do is find the right flash drive and add them in. LOL.

I’ve started a newsletter and a street team. You can find the Rum Runners on Facebook and I’ve added a link below to my sign up page. I try to send out something once a month, but again, there are times when all’s quiet around me, so I don’t say anything.

And now I’m getting to the part where the title of this post actually makes sense.

When I put out Dangerous Dalliances, I wasn’t in a good place. Not mentally. There were a lot of things that were going on in my personal life and I spent way too much time trying to rebound from that. But after the smoke cleared, and with a lot of help from my besties, I dusted myself off, stood up, and put out my book.

After winning the Rudy, I started to realize something that I used to tell people. Nothing was going to change in my life until I change it. Since then, I’ve joined RWA and the MRW. I’ve met men and women that I’ve looked up to and admired. I was starting to feel like I was heading in the right direction.

Don’t get me wrong, I still have MILES to go before I get to where I want to be as an author. But right now I’ve been using the hashtag #littlegoalscounttoo. It’s just something to remind myself that it was the turtle that won the race.

That’s about all I’ve been up to. If you want to drop a note, feel free. I enjoy interacting with everyone.


Stars, Stripes and Reviews…


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Happy 4th of July!!!

Okay, so it’s a little before the 4th, but I don’t want to miss out on wishing you all fun in the sun with your family and friends.

Over the past few days I’ve had some highs and lows. I’m going through a low at the moment. But I don’t want to get into that here. I want to focus on the better parts so this way I won’t get dragged down into some dark abyss from the likes of which there is no return.

A High: Yesterday was Indie Pride Day!!!

What’s that you may ask??? It’s a day that Indie Authors band together and promote the hell out of each other! There was even a party on Facebook! (Isn’t there always a party on Facebook?) And as of right now, I’m like 10 likes away from 400!!!! I think I may start up my post-it note pictures again. Those were pretty fun.

Another High: I got past the block that I had with One for Sorrow!!!

It’s not done yet (insert sigh here), but we all know that one of my major hang ups is writing love scenes. I’ll read them to death! But writing them is really awkward for me. So, with everything that I’ve been struggling with getting past this scene is a big thing for me.

A Third High: I’ve signed up to do another Facebook Party!

An author I met at the Indie party is having a party of her own in August. It’s the Fight for the Fae Cover Reveal and it will be hosted by Ariel Marie. I’ll post more information the closer we get to the party. I’m going to be doing my FIRST EVER Author Takeover!!!! It’s so exciting to think that I’ll be the center of attention for an entire hour! (I honestly think I’m gonna be sick. If any old pros have any tips or tricks, I am all ears!)

Now, it’s time for a couple of Lows… I hate them. But without them, the highs wouldn’t be as sweet.

And funny enough, the 2 major lows that I’ve learned about have to do with Amazon.

Low #1- Being paid by the page.

I don’t know how many of you know this, but Amazon has taken it upon themselves to pay authors by page. People were outraged and ready to pull their work from the Amazon roll call… except, it was for books enrolled in the KDP Select program.

Now, when I explain things, I like using examples. I’m going to use Tangled Temptations by me, and The Sweetest Thing by TB Bond (yes, she knows I’m using her title). Both of these books are in the Lending Library. Tangled Temptations is 207 pages, while The Sweetest Thing is only 27 pages long. Amazon thinks they should level the playing field by paying per page read.

When it’s broken down that way, it makes some sense. A lot of people jumped the gun and instantly thought that Amazon was going to do this for books across the board. They haven’t yet. KDP Select is not something you HAVE to do to get your books out there and noticed. I have my own reasons for having my books in the program, and while I can see their side of things, it’s also a little busted that now authors that try to make their home writing novellas and shorter stories have to work triple time for someone who writes longer novels.

Then I found Low #2 and it broke my heart.

A Book Blogger/Author on Facebook (I hate to say, I’m on FB a LOT more than I am on Twitter) shared her story of how she went to review a novel and Amazon will not publish it because they feel that she “knows” the author. From the little bits that I have read, and I will admit that I haven’t searched out every single detail of the story, she knows this author online only. I don’t think they met face to face ever. She likes the author’s FB page and follows her on Twitter.

Everyone is upset because of Amazon really has no right to just say “You two are friends and so you can’t seriously give an honest review of their work.” Add to that the new algorithms that I saw something about. Newer reviews are going to be given more of a weight than older ones, and if you seem like you know the person, then they’re going to remove it. I may as well have no reviews!

I try to think of reviews like a quote from an old video game, Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver 2

I’d rather have 100- 3 star reviews saying that my story needs work than 20-5 stars waxing poetic about how awesome I am and blowing smoke up my chimney… just saying.

Now… here’s where a catch-22 comes in to play. There are author groups and websites that won’t consider your work for whatever type of membership, or anything unless you have over a certain amount of reviews! And I’m not talking about 5-10. I’m talking 100+

Yeah. And let’s not forget to mention that indie authors and bloggers are a tight group! We’re bound to become friends/followers of each other! I can’t tell you how many authors and blogger that I (stalk) follow on both FB and Twitter! Now, I don’t go reviewing books anymore because I don’t want a tit-for-tat situation. Less drama for me that way. If I don’t like a book, I just won’t read it again. My really close friends will know my thoughts, but I don’t want the author to get upset and then go and bash my book for the hell of it (it hasn’t happened, and I don’t want it to! I looked at the reviews that I wrote and they could be considered harsh but honest. I don’t want a personal attack. Been there, done that.)

So basically, Amazon is getting a little big for its britches. As Indies we’re going to have to band together and figure out a way to either cut Amazon down to size, or figure out a way to live with their changes.

I know this post was long and a little (lot) all over the place. I want everyone to have a Happy 4th! I’ll keep everyone posted on the progress with One for Sorrow. And I’ll see you all next time!!!



Inspirations & Detours


Hi everyone!!!

People say all the time that life is a journey. It twists, it turns and as long as you let it, it will take you on a grand adventure.

Writing can be the same. Except kids join you. And every four or five steps there’s something else that someone wants to do, another is trying to pull another’s hair while the oldest is trying to steal the ice cream of the youngest and the one smack in the middle has a new bright idea.

This past year and a half I have tried to come to terms with my writing. I have been depressed for the entire time I worked on One for Sorrow. And it’s like I’m sinking into a deeper abyss the more I obsess over it not being complete. Maxwell Investigations was fine to sit on the back burner since Victor isn’t ready to shine (no… my vampire’s do NOT sparkle LOL) and with this new arch that it’s taking on, I needed to figure out which way it was going to go.

Then there were other storylines…. Anya Roman, Werewolf Guardians, Pirates vs Ninjas, Balance, Western Paranormal Steampunk, Fairy Tails, The House of Cain….

Each and every one of them wanted my attention. For a period of time, I seriously thought that I burned myself out. I cried thinking that I may have to give up on writing because each voice, each story started screaming so loud that I couldn’t hear anything.

I may have mentioned before how I was just going to stop and let the chips fall where they may. I have reached a point where I can’t cry. I can’t wallow. All I can do is move forward.

And then it was like Christmas.

When I was asleep last night, I had a visitor.

Madison Maxwell.

She was sitting at my computer. She looked just like I remembered her. Enough of a Royal to be respected, and enough rebellion to bring about change. I was too shocked to move. When she noticed I was in the room with her, she just smirked and said “There’s 1 Maxwell left, and I want to have a Black Widow moment.”

When I woke up, I knew exactly what she meant. When I started The Maxwell Investigations series, it was supposed to center around Madison, Dylan, their 3 brothers, and parents. As the story grew and was fleshed out, Vampires and Werewolves were added into the mix. Now we have Succubi, Fae, Gargoyles etc. With the events of Dangerous Dalliances, I see the need to have at least 1 scene where the local governments are trying to figure out not only what is going on, but also how to keep their respective countries safe.

I can totally see Madison talking to Congress, trying to calm everyone’s temper, and then just saying screw it. We police ourselves. If you want to try to come after us, so be it. We’re done hiding… and then walking out. I doubt that’s how it will really go, but oh I can picture it. screen-shot-2014-03-06-at-11-59-11-pm


And in the middle of all of this, Jimmy can get his happily ever after. I think I may start on this soon. I have no title (which is usually the first thing I come up with) and I’ll probably be even more inspired for Siobhan since I’m going to see Age of Ultron this Saturday. I’ll keep everyone posted on what’s what and where’s where. I hope my ramblings didn’t bore or confuse anyone.

See you next time!!!

Pressure, Anticipation and Lip Sync Battles….


Hey everyone!

I really have to get better at updating this. It’s been entirely too long. And I hate to say it, there isn’t much new on the writing front.

I’ve been sitting and staring at One for Sorrow and the more I want to write, the more I try, the less I come up with. It’s bothering me to the point where I’ve been totally stagnant. I’m furious with myself. Everything that I used to do to try to bring myself back from the abyss of writer’s block hasn’t been working. So here I am, reading, gaming, and wasting time waiting for something to come to mind to write.

And I’m still getting nothing.

I know there are a lot of people who are waiting for something from me. Anything would be nice. There are started ideas across 2 computers, countless thumb drives, and Google Drive, but again, I can’t seem to get inspired enough to write it all down. I’m sorry that nothings. If I could sit here and say, One for Sorrow will be done and out in time for the summer, I would. I really would. But currently I’m feeling a little like: MfCnVOZ


The only real highlight I have going on at the moment are the Lip Sync Battles that I’ve been having with TB Bond. She and I have been going at it since the show started on Spike. We’ve been threatening each other with challenges since we saw them on Jimmy Fallon and now, it’s just something silly and entertaining to pass the time. You can look for them on my Facebook page if you haven’t seen them yet.

So this is all from me at the moment. Drop a line if you’re interested. I’m going to try to come up with something to write about… eventually…..


Updates for the season


Hey Everyone!

I know it’s been a while. Time completely got away from me. One moment I was getting ready for Thanksgiving, the next, it’s nearly St. Patrick’s Day. I have been over the river and through the woods with ideas on my writing. But for whatever reason, I would sit at my laptop and NOTHING would come to me.

I’ve had nightmares about this. I’ve questioned my career as an author over this. What would happen if I couldn’t write anymore? Was I a phony because I’m not writing everyday? I saw so many memes and “inspirational quotes” that made me want to break out in hives. I looked at the calendar and saw that I haven’t put out anything in nearly (now over) a year! When I would try to advertise, my tweets would be lost in the shuffle that is Twitter and Facebook is changing so many algorithms that out of the 327 people who have liked my page, only 3 people (including myself) would see it.

It also doesn’t help that my mind comes up with all of these “worse case scenarios”. Plus I’ve been making costumes for my daughter and niece for Halloween, trying to edit One for Sorrow (and by trying to edit, I mean rewrite the WHOLE FLIPPING THING), come up with marketing ideas, swag ideas, adjusting to my job and keeping my house together.

I think I burned myself out.

It rips at my heart that One for Sorrow isn’t finished yet. I want this to be the best novel I can make it. You guys deserve nothing less. I’m also doing some shuffling in my head. I want to see what can I do with Maxwell Investigations, The Mudfoot Chronicles (a steampunk western that my father {of all people LOL} inspired), and a pair of secret project that may or may not be completed.

I WILL say that I sent away my paperwork to have a table at the Gaithersburg Book Festival (May 16 ,2015). I’m excited about that. I’ll have new bookmarks, maybe design a button or 2 as well. Since everything is up in the air, when I get confirmation, I’ll let all of you know if I got in or not.

Well, that’s all for right now. I don’t have any dates for anything, sadly. But stay tuned!! I’m going to keep you all posted with what’s going on.

Till Next Time!!