I had a fabulous weekend of love. You see, I found a new group of SuperMoms* who invited me into their tree fort. I’ve never been in a tree fort before they call it a cadre**.
I joined BLUNTmoms this week! See my new fancy button on the right? As a group they are irreverent, bitchy, boob-obsessed and down-right rude. My kind of peeps!
I have bamboozled them into thinking I can write and they have already published three of my articles. You can see them all here, but be warned, they are a bit edgier than my usual zombie raccoon stuff.
Being a writer can be kind of a lonely gig. You are lost in your own thoughts most of the time and they usually make sense only to me. Things I find funny on the inside may come across as dark and miserable to others. I am very fortunate to have been accepted into the BLUNTmoms inner circle and feel that my writing can only improve with their kick-in-the-ass kind of guidance.
Please support my new friends by subscribing to BLUNTmoms, following their blogs or Facebook/Twitter pages. There is a little something for everyone to be found in those hallowed halls.
** I had to look up cadre. Wikipedia gave me these definitions:
- Cadre (military), a group of officers or NCOs around whom a unit is formed, or a training staff
- Cadre (comics), a DC Comics supervillain group
- Professional revolutionaries or a cadre: in Leninism, an organized revolutionary vanguard aimed at moving society to the realisation of communism
I’m a bit partial to the supervillain definition. Thus, SuperMoms.