I had just gotten off the phone with the mechanic today and was crying into my coffee (oh, my poor Nissan is dying, sob sob) when I saw the most magical thing pop up in my feed reader:
My editor arranged for six ARCs of Heart of Steel to be given away at Dear Author. <--- click this link to enter. Don't enter here!
I would write an ode to my trusty purplish-gray Nissan
That would capture a memory when its dead and gone
But because the POS is dying
My wallet’s bleeding and crying
And I’d rather use it for target practice on blocks in the lawn*
*Except I don’t have a lawn. Or a gun. Or blocks to put it on. Maybe I’ll just throw rocks and swear at it.