How Much is Too Much?

It’s too much, she said.

Normally I hear that after a date.

In bed.

Just kidding.

I’m more used to, is that it?

And the slap that follows the answer.

Which is he or she who finishes first is the winner!

I didn’t make the rules of racing.

I just live them.

But she was not talking about racing.

Or dating.

She was referring to the vast number of promotional giveaways I send out.

It’s a lot, she said.

And even if I refrained from the familiar dive into the gutter, at least you know I’m thinking it.

Yes, it is a lot.

I’m a giver.

Plus, you never know what you’re going to find.

Sometimes, you have to sift through a lot of chatter to find that golden nugget that lets you know you’ve struck the motherlode.

By that I mean eighteen books of awesome.

Like Kyla Stone.

I ate up her 7 book series on EMP.

Gave up book 3 on the nuclear one.