After the trip to Michigan, I got bitten with the events bug. More, please! I was going on that trip would reveal one of two things: either I’d hate it and never want to do it again or I’d be all in. Well, I’m all in.
With that said, organized book events and conventions plan like a year in advance. I do already have some events booked for 2025. And I booked the Traveling Bookshelf event I’m going to this October in Texas in December. So I knew if I wanted to do any other events in 2024, I’d have to get a little creative.
Enter: local vendor events.
My first local vendor event as an indie author
I’m not going to lie, finding local events to sign up for was a bit tricky. After searching for a while, I ended up searching for “what to do this weekend in ____” (insert city/town/county name here). That brought me to a few calendars of events that were happening in the next like 5-7 days (usually the upcoming weekend). Obviously, that wasn’t going to do me much good, but it was a place to start.
Some of the upcoming events were hyperlinked, which brought me to that specific vendor host’s information. I clicked around and found one that had an event in the timeframe I was thinking. They had a form available to apply right then and there, but I did something a little different.
I understand that vendor events typically feature things like handmade art, jewelry, candles, etc etc. I wasn’t sure if an indie author would be allowed. So I emailed the host. She replied immediately with enthusiasm. Green light.
There ya go. Event booked. Now what?
Setting up at a local vendor event as an indie author | What I learned
Makers are freaking amazing. No, really. There are some seriously talented people out there. Beyond that, though, I found the vibe to be very inclusive. In fact, the host was thrilled I had a smaller set up (humble beginnings, my friend), and asked if I’d be okay being in a particular spot. I agreed, but wanted to make sure my sign wouldn’t interfere with my neighbor’s set up. He was so accommodating that he offered to trade spots so we could each be super visible.
Make it easy to pay. At the book ball, I found myself having to pull up my venmo QR code every time someone wanted to buy a book. I vowed at my next event to have a sign with my payment QR codes easy to access. This time, though, I learned I won’t attend another event without being able to accept payments from my phone (using something like Square. You could also use something like easy invoice generation by Payanywhere).
Be prepared for anything. The first “issue” we ran into (if you could even call it that) was our table was right in front of a fan. Excellent for us. Not so great for the stickers I like to have sprawled on my table for picking. I’ll be thinking up some ideas on how to better display those at future events. (If you have any ideas, I’m all ears.) The next issue? It rained. The whole event. Luckily, we were under a pavilion, so we stayed dry, but the moisture in the air wasn’t great for my inventory. Next time, I’ll bring a plastic tub for extra inventory that I’ll keep under my table cloth to pull from. That way only my display books are exposed to the elements.
Act less surprised. You guys. You guys… A lovely lady came by my table and we were chatting about the books. She shared that she was a former middle school teacher so she knew alllllll about the drama that can infiltrate those young years. Then she says “I’ll give it a try,” picking up a book for me to sign. My response? ARE YOU SURE!? 🫠 Good one, Joey.
Would I do a vendor event as an indie author again?
Yes. Even with the rain and the crummy turnout, I would call the event a success. I can definitely see the value of participating in events like these as an indie author. You might feel a little awkward or out of place at first (I definitely did), but don’t we always? 😅 They’re relatively inexpensive to participate in, and on a nicer day, I can imagine just the exposure alone would be worth it.
Last fall, I was sitting on my back deck hammering through another round of edits on Not somuch when an email came through my inbox. The subject: BOOKISH BALL flashed at the top right corner of my screen. Instantly intrigued, I stopped what I was doing to open the email.
I don’t think I’ve ever agreed to something so quickly. I’m pretty sure before I’d finished reading the entire email, I’d submitted the form and payment reserving my spot. I. Was. Jazzed.
That’s the glory of pre-planning, right? It was easy for me to say yes to something in September that wasn’t happening until May of the next year.
The event did not pass me by. And it was possibly one of the most important experiences of my author career thus far.
How I prepared for my first author signing event
I might have published my first book in 2013, but I’d never even considered doing an author event before. Even with everything that happened early in 2023, it still never really occurred to me that author events could possibly be in my future. Those are for real authors. (Ah, gotta love those limiting beliefs, eh?) So of course I proceeded forward with my head in the sand until it was like oh crap, go time.
What I did to prepare for my first author signing event:
Purchased inventory — for this particular event, I bought author copies from Amazon and had them shipped to my house. I was traveling via plane which wasn’t necessarily ideal, but it worked just fine. I filled a suitcase with the books and used it as my carryon (no weight limit). It worked, but my back did not love putting it in and pulling it down from the overhead storage bin.
Ordered a retractable sign — I designed it in Canva and ordered the 78×33″ sign through Build A Sign. They provide all of the specifications, and it arrived so quickly. I checked the sign for the airplane since it didn’t fit the parameters to be my carryon (my initial plan).
Ordered stickers — For this event, I simply ordered existing stickers that I thought my readers might like. (My theory: Everyone loves stickers — and I wanted to have something for free at my table that could draw people in since I’m a relatively unknown author.) For the big event I’m attending in Texas in October, I plan to order custom stickers.
Ordered custom bookmarks — I didn’t want business cards. But I did want something that had my information on it in some way. So I created adorable bookmarks using canva (again) that people would actually want to use and just added a very small QR code on the back where people would find my website & socials. I also included my website at the very bottom of the bookmark. I used VistaPrint. These went QUICK at the event, and I’ll definitely be keeping them in stock for future events.
Created marketing posters — I used Canva to create a few “posters” for my table and then I printed them at the Walgreens photo center for next to nothing. (Walgreens is always running some type of photo special.) I bought the frames from Michaels.
Bought book easels — I grabbed some from Walmart for like $3. Are they the fanciest things? No. But they worked just fine and I wasn’t worried about them getting damaged in transit.
My table was relatively simple, but it didn’t look out of place amongst the other authors in attendance even though their displays were more elaborate.
What I learned doing my first author signing event
Readers are super amazing humans. This isn’t necessarily surprising information, but it was really comforting to reconfirm. It’s likely that as a reader/writer, you grew up feeling like you didn’t necessarily belong in most rooms. That feeling fully evaporates with stuff like this because you’re in a room full of your people. Readers. Writers. These are our people. I was showing up to an event alone where I knew pretty much no one. (I kind of “knew” the host but only from social media and very limited interactions.) These people welcomed me in immediately. And it was just such an awesome experience to meet and connect with everyone.
Connecting with other authors was necessary for my soul. I won’t lie, this was the piece I was most nervous about. Writing is a very isolating career. We interact with designers and editors, but unless we make an effort, we don’t usually connect with other writers. And frankly, I didn’t feel like I belonged in their space. I don’t know where that feeling comes from — but I did learn that I wasn’t alone in that feeling by doing this event. Everything I feel? They feel. Everything I fear? They fear. We spread across genres, and that didn’t matter. At our core, we’re all stitched with the same thread. And that was the most important part of this experience for me — getting the opportunity to connect with other writers.
It’s not as scary as you think it’s going to be. This point kind of piggy backs off the others, but it really wasn’t scary at all. The fears we have only live in our heads. People are lovely. The event was so well organized that I knew where to be and what to do at all times. There were even little fears I had since I was doing the event all alone like “what if I need a drink, what will I eat? etc” Nope. Taken care of. All of it. You guys, I forgot my signing pens up in my hotel room. HOW DID I FORGET MY SIGNING PENS? That’s literally MY ONLY JOB: TO SIGN BOOKS. Was it a problem? No. Because the lovely D.K. Marie (a fellow author) was next to me, and she kindly lent me a pen for the event.
You can absolutely do it alone (even if you don’t want to). I was scared to go alone. I was even more scared to do my first ever event alone. I was especially terrified to have to travel via airplane complicating the entire process alone. But honestly? I’m so thankful this was my first event. That I did it alone. That I had to get there on an airplane alone. Why? Because now I know. Now I know I can do it. Whatever it is, I can do it. And so can you.
The devil will try to stop you. Shortly after I returned home, I saw a TikTok of a girl sharing about ignoring that overwhelming dread that creeps in as an event you previously agreed to approaches. In her story, she explained that there was something so amazing for her at the event she was dreading that the truth was revealed. That dread is the devil trying to thwart what is meant for you. My whole body went still and ice ran through my veins when I watched her video. Because yes. YES! I can’t explain how dang close I came to bailing on this event. I could find so many “reasons” not to go. And I still don’t really know how or why I went. But the event revealed so much to me about my future in this career. It was necessary to attend. And I almost missed it.
Events are the answer to the number one issue I couldn’t seem to solve. I feel a little out of place in the online space as far as my author career goes. I know I should market my books online. I know authors have a lot of success promoting their books on all of their SM platforms over and over. But I just don’t…want to. I want to share real life. I want to connect and share like…what I’m eating, parenting adventures, random tidbits of life others like me can relate to. I want to simply find my people online. I don’t want to be churning out one promotional post after another. But how, then? How does any of this work? Events. Events were the missing piece of my puzzle. I never would have figured this out without having attending the Bookish Ball. 1) I wouldn’t have realized it just in general even though it seems so obvious to me now and 2) Events seemed so far outside of my comfort zone. I never would have guessed how much I loved it. And now, I’ve got the bug. Sign me up for every single possible event. I’m so down.
UPCOMING EVENT:
I have an event coming up on July 7th; Shop Local at the Tap Yard in Raleigh 2-6pm if you’d like to come see me! I’ll have some inventory with me for sale! If you already have a copy of my book(s), feel free to bring them with you to be signed! I’d love to connect! Want to come say hi but can’t buy a book right now? PLEASE SAY HI ANYWAY! I’d still love to meet you!
When I was in first grade, my dad agreed to come have lunch with me in the cafeteria one day. As we lined up in the classroom to make our way to the cafeteria, I had this overwhelming feeling of doubt and could say with near certainty that my dad wasn’t actually coming.
It didn’t matter, though, I spent the lunch period scanning the room and watching the door. I don’t know why I know this, I said to my friend sitting across from me, but he’s not coming because he fell off the ladder. She scoffed and told me he probably forgot. I knew better though.
That night at dinner, my dad took his seat next to me and apologized for not making it. You won’t believe this, he started, rolling up the sleeve to his sweatshirt and grinning, but I fell off the ladder! It was then that he showed me a giant scrape that extended the length of his arm from his wrist to his elbow.
Wait, I said, paranoid, did you actually make it and overhear me talking to my friend?
I honestly thought he was pranking me because that’s where your mind goes when you’re seven and gullible.
The truth is, though, from a young age my gut feelings and instincts have been eerily dead on. I’m not into the woo woo magic of things, but I do get a keen sense about certain things (and people), and I’m almost always right about them.
I’m emotional and sensitive and make nearly all of my decisions based on feeling. Some would tell you that’s a recipe for disaster, but listening to my instincts has never steered me wrong.
What’s more impressive, though, are the times I’ve gone against my instincts. The moment the decision is made, I can tell you instantly that it won’t end well, but I won’t be able to tell you why. It’s just a feeling I’ll tell you, to which you’ll likely roll your eyes until you’re seeing it unfold right before your very eyes and then you’re jabbing your sharp elbow into my arm as if to say oh my god how did you know. I just know.
A night I’ll never forget, years ago, I went against my better instincts and it resulted in a night frantically searching Uptown Charlotte with a pair of police officers that ended with us filing a missing person’s report. See. I told you my instincts were good.
That story isn’t really mine to tell, but I will tell you that everything was okay in the end. But a lot of heartache, embarrassment, and anxiety could have been avoided had I just listened to my instincts.
More recently, a change took place with a publication I used to write for. I knew it was coming, and I was totally and completely prepared for it. When it was officially introduced, though, I had a naggingly bad feeling about it. Something just didn’t feel right. Again, I went against my better instincts and then I found myself knee deep in a situation I wish I would have just avoided all together.
I got a belly button piercing the day before I moved away to college. That was strategic since I wasn’t allowed to get my belly button pierced. Oh, the glory of being freshly 18 and going to college 5 hours away from home. I was diligent about the piercing care (here’s the guide from UBJ – I might have been irresponsible, but I was irresponsible with a dedication to be responsible 🤪). But my roommate picked on me for it, so despite my better judgement and instincts, I bailed. I regretted it big time.
I can’t go back and change decisions I’ve already made. What’s done is done. But what I can do is promise myself never to go against my better instincts. My gut knows best, and I’ll listen to it from now on.
Hi friend. Welcome to a new project I’m calling How to be happy. Life is just hard right now. Everything is so expensive. We’re raising children in an era where the village is non-existent. And we’re constantly plugged in with immediate access to compare ourselves to everyone and anyone.
I’ve had conversations with so many friends lately with the same general consensus. We’re all just having a tough time. We know there’s so much good in our day-to-day, but we’re all so stuck in a state of survival to pay any of it much attention. It’s discouraging and exhausting.
So that’s where I got the idea for this project. I’m personally on a journey to start experiencing more joy in my day-to-day, and I thought maybe some of you might want to join me on that journey.
How to be happy | Why are we all feeling funky?
I got to really thinking about it, trying to analyze it to figure out why we were all feeling this way and where it’s rooted so that I could start at the very beginning. I didn’t just want this to be a series documenting my journey but something that people could really follow for themselves if they wanted to. Because if I can do anything in this life, I want to help people experience more joy, whatever that looks like for them.
So when I thought about that, I realized it all roots down to purpose and intention. Something happens, we enter a warp-speed season of life and our autopilot switch gets flipped. Or, we enter a particularly tough era and we start with the numbing agents and enter survival mode. And sometimes, we find ourselves in both of those scenarios at the same time.
Whenever I think about this, how sometimes we’re just eager to fast forward through especially tough or busy times in our lives, I can’t help but think about that movie Click with Adam Sandler. If you haven’t seen it, he’s basically got a magic remote control that gives him the power to fast forward through things he doesn’t want to experience for any reason — but the trick is, once he fast forwards through it once, it’ll always fast forward. And the next thing he knows, his whole life passes him by one fast forwarded moment after another, and he misses out on everything.
I mean, I don’t think we need any more clear analogy here, do we? I know life is hard right now. I know it is — I’m struggling. I cry more these days than I ever have and I honestly feel more lost, clueless and lonely than I ever did in my twenties.
Recognizing it can be good & hard
But it’s also not lost on me that I’m smack dab in the middle of something I literally prayed for. I’ve told the story before of what 2019/2020 looked like for us. I’ve told the story of how I didn’t think we’d ever get to buy a house or have a kid. And here I am, sitting in the exact home I prayed for writing this when the kid is sleeping. It can be everything you ever wanted and it can still be hard.
It can be everything you ever wanted, and it can still be hard.
So that’s where intention comes into play. You might be in a particularly repetitive time in your life — maybe you’re a student or you’re a mom or you’re planted firmly in the 9-5 season of life. If we’re not careful, we can find ourselves pretty much living the same day over and over again. I love structure and routine. My anxiety needs structure and routine — without it there’s very little chance I’ll enjoy anything because I’ll be internally panicking about what comes next every second of the day.
But you can still purposefully enjoy particular moments in a routine and structured existence. The point, though, is to be intentional about it. I’m so guilty of just doing one thing after another, checking things off a never ending to-do list, hustling to make it through the day. Things I enjoy get put onto a todo list or a goal chart and it’s like I forget to let myself truly experience them when I’m doing them.
The power of intention
I love doing my nails, but since becoming a mom it’s something I make myself rush through if I even make the time for it. I enjoy cleaning and keeping a tidy space, but that’s the first thing that goes out the window when life gets a little busy. Reading is my only true escape, and I never make time for it anymore — and if I do, it’s cramming a book in as fast as I can to finish before a book club meeting.
It’s like I’m using the magic remote, fast forwarding through even the most enjoyable things just to get them over with, to survive the day, to cross another thing off the todo list.
So that’s our first assignment on this journey: we have to find the tiny moments of joy in this hard season and intentionally enjoy them. Slow down, savor it, take notice of it.
Often times, we can’t just click our heels and transport out of the hard stuff. I wish we could. But we can start allowing the good to at least weigh as much as the hard. We just have to allow those things the chance to take up space.
I know things are hard. But I bet if you look hard enough, you can identify at least a handful of things you do or could do each day that you would enjoy. Be intentional with your choices — have a few seconds of down time and enjoy reading? Pull up the kindle app on your phone instead of mindlessly scrolling TikTok for the 100th time that day. Like cooking but in this season it’s just another thing to get done? Pick a day that you get to actually enjoy the act of cooking the meal. These don’t have to be big and monumental, friend. In fact, right now? The moments of joy probably won’t be big or monumental — that’s why we feel the way we do.
So it’s up to us to intentionally choose to enjoy our lives.
That’s it for me today, friend. Let me know in the comments what’s a tiny moment of joy you’re going to intentionally enjoy this week? Until next time, XOXO.
Hi friend, how are you? I feel like I’m poking my head up from out of the sand. I’ve been deep in business stuff lately. As most of you know, I’m a YA author, but I’ve never really shown up in the world as an author. I write books. Publish them. And hide behind a computer screen. But this year I promised myself I’d start showing up and treating this author thing like an actual business. So I’ve been getting things ready for signing events (yes, like real, IRL events!) and other fun business things (like researching the mess out of custom t-shirt printing. I KNOW! Exciting stuff!). All of that to say, I don’t really make time to read as much as I’d like. And because of that, I was in such a bad reading slump for a long, long time.
But then I accidentally joined a book club (I don’t know how these things happen to me, but I’m glad they do!) and that definitely helped reignite my passion for reading.
Most of these were book club reads. Some were not (like The Perfect Marriage & The Last Thing He Told Me). But the book club definitely helped to get that craving going, if you know what I mean. (If you read books, you know. If you don’t you’re probably like WTF are you talking about?)
22-year-old Olivia has been missing for one day…and counting. She was last seen on CCTV, entering a dead-end alley. And not coming back out again.
Julia, the detective heading up the search for Olivia, thinks she knows what to expect. A desperate family, a ticking clock, and long hours away from her husband and daughter. But she has no idea just how close to home this case is going to get.
Because the criminal at the heart of the disappearance has something she never expected. His weapon isn’t a gun, or a knife: it’s a secret. Her worst one. And her family’s safety depends on one thing: Julia must NOT find out what happened to Olivia – and must frame somebody else for her murder.
If you find her, you will lose everything. What would you do?
This clever and endlessly surprising thriller is laced with a smart look at family and motherhood, and cements Gillian McAllister as a major talent in the world of suspense and a master of creating ethical dilemmas that show just how murky the distinction between right and wrong can be.
Verdict: READ. Not at all what I was expecting. Kept me interested.
Celebrating her forty-fifth birthday at her local pub, popular podcaster Alix Summers crosses paths with an unassuming woman called Josie Fair. Josie, it turns out, is also celebrating her forty-fifth birthday. They are, in fact, birthday twins.
A few days later, Alix and Josie bump into each other again, this time outside Alix’s children’s school. Josie has been listening to Alix’s podcasts and thinks she might be an interesting subject for her series. She is, she tells Alix, on the cusp of great changes in her life.
Josie’s life appears to be strange and complicated, and although Alix finds her unsettling, she can’t quite resist the temptation to keep making the podcast. Slowly she starts to realise that Josie has been hiding some very dark secrets, and before she knows it, Josie has inveigled her way into Alix’s life—and into her home.
But, as quickly as she arrived, Josie disappears. Only then does Alix discover that Josie has left a terrible and terrifying legacy in her wake, and that Alix has become the subject of her own true crime podcast, with her life and her family’s lives under mortal threat.
Who is Josie Fair? And what has she done?
Verdict: READ. Totally bizarre and interesting. Props for creativity and delivering something outside the norm.
“Welcome to the family,” Nina Winchester says as I shake her elegant, manicured hand. I smile politely, gazing around the marble hallway. Working here is my last chance to start fresh. I can pretend to be whoever I like. But I’ll soon learn that the Winchesters’ secrets are far more dangerous than my own…
Every day I clean the Winchesters’ beautiful house top to bottom. I collect their daughter from school. And I cook a delicious meal for the whole family before heading up to eat alone in my tiny room on the top floor.
I try to ignore how Nina makes a mess just to watch me clean it up. How she tells strange lies about her own daughter. And how her husband Andrew seems more broken every day. But as I look into Andrew’s handsome brown eyes, so full of pain, it’s hard not to imagine what it would be like to live Nina’s life. The walk-in closet, the fancy car, the perfect husband.
I only try on one of Nina’s pristine white dresses once. Just to see what it’s like. But she soon finds out… and by the time I realize my attic bedroom door only locks from the outside, it’s far too late.
But I reassure myself: the Winchesters don’t know who I really am.
They don’t know what I’m capable of…
Verdict: READ. I thought I had this book figured out right away and boy, was I wrong. So, so wrong.
“Don’t go in the guest bedroom.” A shadow falls on Douglas Garrick’s face as he touches the door with his fingertips. “My wife… she’s very ill.” As he continues showing me their incredible penthouse apartment, I have a terrible feeling about the woman behind closed doors. But I can’t risk losing this job—not if I want to keep my darkest secret safe…
It’s hard to find an employer who doesn’t ask too many questions about my past. So I thank my lucky stars that the Garricks miraculously give me a job, cleaning their stunning penthouse with views across the city and preparing fancy meals in their shiny kitchen. I can work here for a while, stay quiet until I get what I want.
It’s almost perfect. But I still haven’t met Mrs Garrick, or seen inside the guest bedroom. I’m sure I hear her crying. I notice spots of blood around the neck of her white nightgowns when I’m doing laundry. And one day I can’t help but knock on the door. When it gently swings open, what I see inside changes everything…
That’s when I make a promise. After all, I’ve done this before. I can protect Mrs Garrick while keeping my own secrets locked up safe.
Douglas Garrick has done wrong. He is going to pay. It’s simply a question of how far I’m willing to go…
This absolutely explosive and shockingly twisty sequel to international phenomenon and New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street JournalbestsellerThe Housemaid will keep you racing through the pages late into the night. Anyone who loves The Perfect Marriage by Jeneva Rose, The Woman in the Window and Gone Girl will be totally hooked!
This book can also be enjoyed as a standalone.
Verdict: READ. Liked it even more than the first one, which I didn’t think was possible.
When Chloe Davis was twelve, six teenage girls went missing in her small Louisiana town. By the end of the summer, her own father had confessed to the crimes and was put away for life, leaving Chloe and the rest of her family to grapple with the truth and try to move forward while dealing with the aftermath.
Now twenty years later, Chloe is a psychologist in Baton Rouge and getting ready for her wedding. While she finally has a fragile grasp on the happiness she’s worked so hard to achieve, she sometimes feels as out of control of her own life as the troubled teens who are her patients. So when a local teenage girl goes missing, and then another, that terrifying summer comes crashing back. Is she paranoid, seeing parallels from her past that aren’t actually there, or for the second time in her life, is Chloe about to unmask a killer?
From debut author Stacy Willingham comes a masterfully done, lyrical thriller, certain to be the launch of an amazing career. A Flicker in the Dark is eerily compelling to the very last page.
Verdict: Maybe. It was…wild. And interesting. But I did find myself losing interest occasionally. That might have been what was going on in my life at the time I was trying to read it, so I can’t say for sure it was the fault of the book.
Before Owen Michaels disappears, he smuggles a note to his beloved wife of one year: Protect her. Despite her confusion and fear, Hannah Hall knows exactly to whom the note refers—Owen’s sixteen-year-old daughter, Bailey. Bailey, who lost her mother tragically as a child. Bailey, who wants absolutely nothing to do with her new stepmother.
As Hannah’s increasingly desperate calls to Owen go unanswered, as the FBI arrests Owen’s boss, as a US marshal and federal agents arrive at her Sausalito home unannounced, Hannah quickly realizes her husband isn’t who he said he was. And that Bailey just may hold the key to figuring out Owen’s true identity—and why he really disappeared.
Hannah and Bailey set out to discover the truth. But as they start putting together the pieces of Owen’s past, they soon realize they’re also building a new future—one neither of them could have anticipated.
With its breakneck pacing, dizzying plot twists, and evocative family drama, The Last Thing He Told Me is a riveting mystery, certain to shock you with its final, heartbreaking turn.
Sarah Morgan is a successful and powerful defense attorney in Washington D.C. As a named partner at her firm, life is going exactly how she planned. The same cannot be said for her husband, Adam. He’s a struggling writer who has had little success in his career and he tires of his and Sarah’s relationship as she is constantly working.
Out in the secluded woods, at the couple’s lake house, Adam engages in a passionate affair with Kelly Summers. But one morning everything changes. Kelly is found brutally stabbed to death and now, Sarah must take on her hardest case yet, defending her own husband, a man accused of murdering his mistress.
The Perfect Marriage is a juicy, twisty, and utterly addictive thriller that will keep you turning pages. You won’t see the ending coming . . . guaranteed!
Verdict: Pass. I was gripped initially but it slowly (and then very quickly) lost me. This was a DNF for me. I did look up spoilers and was shocked by the ending. I also saw that it’s been optioned for a movie — which I’d definitely watch.
That’s it for me today, friend! Until next time! XOXO
