N is for...

National Health Care Decision Day

Yep, it's today.  How's that for A to Z timing?  Click here and go get your Advance Directive.  If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you definitely need to click on that link.

Okay, now that I've reported the official business of the day, I'd like to talk about something that has been consuming my thoughts since last Monday.  And that is Nicotine.  Yes, it starts with an N.  How convenient! Well, kiddos, the death writer used to love her some cigarettes.  I was a two pack a day smoker for many, many years.  I did not love how they tasted, but I loved that I could take a break from life to step outside and smoke.  About three years ago, I gave them up and  became equally addicted to Nicotine Lozenges.

You're not supposed to use nicotine lozenges for three years, but according to a lot of message boards here on the internet, many people do. So, I've been going through nicotine withdrawal which is horrible.  I am supposed to be preparing my manuscript for editing and I can't even think.  Nor can I really blog.  

So, that leads me to the point of this post.  Go get your advance directive and don't ever start smoking.  It's a BITCH to quit.  And last, but certainly not least, I am bowing out of the A to Z.  I wish all of you the best of luck.  

M is for...

Mad Men Made Me Miss My Post

I know, excuses excuses.  I usually have my blog post written the night before, but it totally slipped my mind.  We can blame it on this man.


And now I've got the Monday to-do list to conquer, so you will just have to accept this as my M post.  

So, did you watch last night?  Megan had a miscarriage.  I could probably have written about that, but I've written a lot on miscarriage on this blog.  

Happy Monday!  Tomorrow I will do a proper "N" post.

L is for...

Laconic

Laconic means to use few words.  Laconic is also a 7 letter word that has the potential to score you big points in the game of Scrabble.  If I were to write the laconic version of my book, it would be this...

Middle-aged chick with little experience of grief or loss explores death professions and it freaks her out, but she lives through it.

Guess what?  It's National


So what are you doing still looking at this post?  Go grab the box from that shelf in your closet, gather some friends, make a few mixed drinks and some snacks and have some fun!