Spring Fling Giveaway Hop

We're celebrating the joys of springtime this week on the Hook. From longer days, to flower power to short sleeves and a hint of summer in the air. We love all things spring! To help us get in the lighter, brighter mood, Kathy and her cohorts are hosting another hop! http://iamareadernotawriter.blogspot.com/2012/02/spring-fling-giveaway-hop-sign-ups.html
I'm so pleased to participate and to welcome some new faces as well as holler a hearty how-do to some old friends. Not old as in "age." We're ageless here - no counting years allowed ;)
Hope you'll settle in and stay a while. Our giveaways come along every month or so, both here and on our WISHLESS Facebook page. Prizes range from paperbacks to e-gift cards from Amazon and Barnes and Noble to e-books and more! And speaking of WISHLESS, (ya had to figure I would, right?) two lucky winners will receive an e-book copy of my debut novel. Just fill out the Rafflecopter below - (read more.)
Thanks so much for hopping by!

Crazy Little Thing Called LUVY

She's a writer, too. Quite skilled with words. And she's recently fallen in love. I feel compelled to report she's now morphed into something of a babbling fool. "She" is a dear friend of mine and she knows I'm ratting her out, so to speak. I'll call her Luvy, to protect the innocent. Since coming down with her affliction she is no longer able to express herself in complete sentences. It's more like this:

Me: So Luvy, how's the romance going?
Her: Mmm-mmm good.
Me: Do you think he could be "the one?"
Her: Ohhhh, yeah. Uh-huh. Yup. He's so...ya' know. Well, you know.
Me: Umm, no. Not really.
Her: Like, beyond what I...and that mouth! He's like - Oh! (sigh)
Me: You don't say?
Her: (giggling) Yeah. Just like that.

This is an actual transcript of a conversation. Sad. But true. Love has a tendency to render even the most prolific of us, speechless. At least in the beginning, when we're still in a starry-eyed trance. If experience counts for anything, with the passage of time Luvy will snap out of it. Her words will come back to her. Then she'll be left scratching her head and wondering what in the hell had happened to her. She'd apparently gone a little temporarily insane.

Goes with the territory. You've been there too, right? And you've lived to tell. If only it were easy to explain...