Mazey Eddings' Newsletter!

Oh boy.... it's a long one

Hello! Good evening! It's been a hot freaking minute! (so much for me making this a monthly newsletter lol *sob*)

I am writing this newsletter from the gates of hell... AKA, my new apartment! I moved last week (really cool of my old landlord to decide to sell the unit I lived in even though we signed a lease *cough* eat the rich *cough*) and it was—I cannot emphasize this enough—an absolute shit show. 

Are you strapped in? Cuz I am telling this story for the 400th time because maybe if I talk about it enough, it will be a lighthearted memory instead of the most physically grueling 48 hours of my life. 

Okay. First and foremost, I want you to imagine that Tim Burton, in his wildest of claymation movies, created an impossible staircase. The angle of said stairs is 90 degrees. They have a left to right tilt that makes you feel like you'll tip over the railing if you don't white knuckle your way up them. They are also approximately 29 inches wide. And there are three giant flights of them. 
This is the only way up to my new apartment. 

Now, I also want you to picture Lucifer's armpit. Thick, stinky, moist, WARM AF... That's how hot and humid it was the day we moved. 

I like to think, on the physical realm, I know my limits. I cannot do a push-up. I have no desire to do one. No matter how many times I talk myself through it, I lift with my back and not with my legs. I am not designed to move heavy objects. Hence, I decided to splurge and hire movers to unload the moving truck. Mind you, the ONLY job they had, was to take my furniture up the stairs. I am not diminishing the herculean strength this would take, but dime-piece and I packed up all our earthly belongings, got them on a U-Haul, and got them to their final destination.

And the movers showed up two hours late. 
TWO. HOURS. 

Okay. Fine. Delays happen. I'm cool. I'm breezy. I'm not type A with an anxiety disorder and hypersensitivity to heat. It's fine. 

But here's where things go really wrong. I leave dime-piece to help these two young pups (they couldn't have been over 18) move things in while I go finish stuff at the old apartment. I'm there for about twenty minutes when I get a text:

QUITTING!!!!! THE MOVERS ARE QUITTING!!!!! THEY MOVED ONE PIECE OF FURNITURE UP AND QUIT. 

When I've told people this, they always seem to ask: "What do you mean they quit?"
I mean, these two [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] moved one piece of furniture, said "nah, this job ain't for us," got in their Acura, and drove off. 

Then, I get a call. It's from these young ass movers. "Heyyyy we're sorry! We're just too tired! We won't charge you though!"

CHARGE ME??? CHARGE ME??? OF COURSE THEY AREN'T GOING TO CHARGE ME, THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!! 
Listen, I don't think I've ever been more verbally creative than I was on that phone call. Was I nice? No. Do I regret the things I said? Also, no. I won't quote the things I said on that call so I don't offend anyone's delicate constitution, but I was on FIRE. 
The following seven hours were me, my boyfriend, my dad, and my uncle moving furniture that has no business being as heavy as it is, up those stairs. Except the couch. That thicc bitch is no longer with us. RIP.

I think we all cried at some point. I lost count of the amount of bruises we all shared. At one point, some of us even stopped sweating. It was actually really dangerously hot. (and in case you were wondering, yes, I'm fisting two pieces of pizza. Very classy) 
But, somehow, we survived that day. 
Then day two brought new challenges:

That's my drier. The washer it sat upon decided—on its first use—to follow its true passion of being a bull in a rodeo, and bucked so violently it tossed the drier off like a sack of potatoes. I'm not kidding. Also, very please with my boyfriend's order or priorities... moving aint cheap 😂😭

The move also resulted in a flat tire, a patio furniture scam, a broken garbage disposal, our robo-vacuum rolling through cat puke, and a very VERY frazzled me. 

Anyway, here's some book news and other fun stuff!

The Movies and Music 📺🎶 

In what I can only describe as the best weekend of my life, my best friends, Megan Stillwell and Chloe Liese visited me for my birthday last month!!! And we watched some VERY important cinema. First, we revisited Moulin Rouge, which I'm happy to report is still the best movie ever and I won't be taking questions. Also, we as a society don't talk about Ewan McGregor in suspenders enough. 

But these glorious heathens also showed me something new. Something... something that is certainly something. Megan, nefarious genius that she is, took the bank account hit (and saved me from buying it on my dad's amazon prime account) and purchased the entire 50 Shades of Gray trilogy (uncut {in every sense}) and exposed me to Christian Gray and his Dom Jeans (not to be mistaken for mom jeans). I still don't know how to converse about what Chloe, Megan, and I saw in that 7 hour s*x-fest, but it sure was something. And by something, I mean I have followed every Dakota Johnson and Jamie Dornan fan account on instagram because I have really obsessive crushes on both of them. I would also like to say, the soundtracks to all three movies SLAP. Like... how have I been sleeping on this for years??

I've been feeling moody lately, so I've been leaning in HARD on this "The Scientist" cover by Corinne Bailey Rae:

Also, forgive me, but I can't help but gush about the amazing things my best friends are doing. Megan has one of the best Etsy shops in the game, and Ms. Chloe not only has three books coming from Berkley Romance, but she also has her fourth Bergman Book available on netgalley and to pre-order (pre-order it. She's amazing).

The Cats 🐈‍⬛

Zadie went missing during the move and I had a full-blown meltdown trying to find her, then Yaya peed in some very disrespectful places that I have now had to replace. I respect their feelings but also 😭😭😭😭😭

Books 📚 

A Brush with Love is available to request on Netgalley! Netgalley is a website that offers reviewers a chance to receive an ARC (advanced reader copy) to read and review before it's official pub date! It's also available for pre-order and you can also add it to your goodreads shelf here! 

Some other really exciting news is: I'M WRITING MORE BOOKS! Harpers' best friends, Lizzie and Indira will get their happily ever afters told! (and, for those of you who have read, I've made sure Thu gets her HEA as well because she's, quite simply, the best). 
Lizzie's story is basically chaotic and glorious and involves so many sexually suggestive pastries.
Indira's book is like a contemporary Love in the Afternoon meets Taylor Swift's folklore (guard your heart omg). 
 

I'm also writing a Young Adult novel! This may be one of the most exciting things I've ever worked on. My heroine has ADHD and the heroine has autism (much like yours truly, LOL) and the whole book celebrates neurodiverse love in all its beautiful tenderness! I can't tell you what it means to have the opportunity to write representation I wish I'd had as a struggling teenager. 

The [Horrifying] GIF

This is very upsetting. 

The End 🤡

That's all for now! I'd like to end this on an earnest note. It's okay to not create something for awhile. This is coming from a personal place, but I've been grappling with my need to create (words, reviews, photos, content, etc.) and my need to replenish. If you need it, rest. I'm trying to follow my own advice. 

All my love,
Mazey ❤️🧠🦷