Author of “Modified: Lunar Medical: Book 1“
OK I promise I’ll try to be brief on this one. Wouldn’t want you to fall asleep.
I am about 300 years old, write erotica, hail from another planet and am married with two teenage kids. We have a house full of a variety of animals, none of them the standard cat or dog you’d expect. There’s tropical fish-fairly standard, I suppose. A degu called Sam (it’s not a rodent). He’s a small fluffy thing with a long tail, bigger than a hamster smaller than an elephant. I’m not great with sizes. When he expects the hoomans to provide him with treats or a run around in his exercise ball he rings the bell at the bottom of the wooden chew in his cage. Then he starts asking Daddy to hurry up and let him out. Or that may be me doing voices. Crunch the tortoise still fits in the palm of my hand. We’ve only just got her/him/whatever. Seems OK, eats stuff, sits under light, sleeps, grows. Doesn’t seem to talk yet. Cossie the bearded dragon does talk and can fly whilst breathing fire. Hang on, someone is tapping me on the shoulder and telling me I’m not being truthful. Huh, wasn’t expecting unconsciousness, sure I didn’t whack them that hard. Where was I? Cossie-yes-I’ve got her quite well trained. There hasn’t been “an incident” with the fire brigade for a while now.
I run a small business in my spare time when I’m not writing, or thinking about writing, or thinking “I really should be writing right now.”
Weird fact-had blood tests recently, apparently they were actually expecting blood not coffee. Not my problem. They need to manage their expectations better.
You can wake up now.
Swear I had a coffee somewhere…where did I…*humming*