What even is that anymore? Have we lost it? Is it something we made up and it just never caught on? Did we have it and lose it? Seriously, where is it?
I don't know what it is. Do we find me time when we're cleaning? Or when I'm lost in the zone writing, is that me time? What about when the TV is turned on and we're half-watching it, half-worrying about things like bills and whether we're working hard enough to get where we want to be. Is that me time? What is it? Where does it reside? And can I please find some?
Madam La Zuray
Hello, darlings, I'm Madam La Zuray, author of dirty books you can't help but fall in love with. I bring the hot and the dirty and everything in between, all in a read you can swallow on your lunch hour. No sense in messing around with perfection.