Tales From the Coffee Shop AKA The Couch

The funny thing about this book is that it came to life while I had COVID. The story was always there—I’d written versions of it a few times over the years. But for whatever reason, the delirium that came with COVID in June made me just delusional enough to believe I could write it, publish it, and make a real book out of it.


The problem with COVID, though, was that it also made it nearly impossible to work. And in order to fund this dream, I have to be able to work. That setback put me behind in that department.


I was finally starting to get caught up—on finances and on writing—when illness struck again. But this time it didn’t bring the same creative delirium that COVID had. Instead, it brought low blood pressure, which made it impossible to focus, let alone write at a level that met my standards.


So everything got put on hold. No money-making, no writing, no Pups and Cups.


And now? I’m finally feeling well enough today to sit on my couch and write this blog post.


Welcome, everyone, to Sick Girl Alexandria—just doing her best.


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