Promises, Promises..

Lo and about six months ago, I made a promise. I promised I would get a tattoo the very day I received an offer of representation for my novel.

I've pierced parts of my body never designed for such things but I've never committed to a tattoo. That's way more serious than keeping up with a blog. Way more serious. Way.

It took a panel discussion and secret vote for all my friends to come to a consensus on what the tattoo should be and where it should be located. Then a second panel discussion and secret vote after I pitched a conniption at the prospect of living the next several dozen years with Stewie from Family Guy on my right ass cheek.

In the end, we settled on a very nice Celtic trinity knot on my left wrist.

I hate needles. I hope every day for a reason to get over that fear.