It has been a rough month. My mother, the love of my life, passed away, and things really haven't been funny. Until today. For someone unknown reason, I decided to open up my first novel and about ten pages in I read something and laughed so hard at work that people stared! My readers have to be thinking ... Wtf is a bing-bag chair? Believe me I'm wondering the same damn thing. It's a beanbag chair. I know it. You know it. The world knows it! I've even owned one! So why on earth would I type bing-bag and let it stay after several revisions?

I'm sort of glad I did. Laughing at that typo really helped me today. It was almost like my mom was right next to me shaking her head and also asking ... Wtf is a bing-bag chair?!