Ch-ch-ch-changes!

The times, they are a changin’.

Change number 1:
FINALLY FRICKEN FINISHED WITH ALL THE BETA CHANGES!

Ahem.

Change number 2:
No more stinky PC laptop – hello beautiful and functional MacBook Air. EFF YOU WINDOWS 8 you’re a piece of shit. There, I said it, and I stand by that. I will slander Windows 8 until they come out with a newer piece of crap and I will have no reason to use it so there. Nyah, nyah, I win.

Change number 3:
Editor selection process. I have a few editors in mind, but I want to make sure I have the right one for my story. This is going to be ‘fun’.

Changes number 4:
Creating a list of bloggers so I can do my own Blog Tour. Yeah, this sounds like a disaster waiting to happen, but I am rather organized, so why not.

I’m finally feeling closer than ever. Wheee!

 

 

David Bowie – Changes Lyrics

Oh yeah
Mm
Still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But Ive never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
Im much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But stil the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Wheres your shame
Youve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can’t trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Ah changes are taking the pace Im going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time

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