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A Bigfoot Christmas

In Behind The Scenes, Daily Life, Holidays by Robyn PetermanLeave a Comment

Albert is a sensitive soul.  He loves piña coladas, reading bad poetry, talking about math, and potato chips. His faves are Lays and Munchos.  He’s excited about his first Christmas with our family. His list was… umm… very Albert.  I thought I’d share. LOL  xoxo Robyn  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Santa, First I’d like to apologize for thinking you don’t really exist. I have the same issue and it hurts my hairy feelings. I think your flying reindeer are bullshit, but if they happen to be real, can you give Blitzen my digits? I hear he’s fast and I’d like to challenge him …

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Umm… dinner is gonna be late. LOL

In Daily Life, Holidays by Robyn Peterman

It simply wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without the turkey taking a bath in the tub at our house… Did this happen last year? Yes.  And the year before? Umm… yes.  Are we idiots? Possibly.  What did we do to avoid this frozen debacle this year, you might ask? Well, we put the freaking turkey in the fridge to defrost on Saturday. ONE day earlier than last year.  Did it make a difference? No. LOL  Next year we will put it in the fridge on Friday. If that does’t work, we’ll switch to ham.  Anyhoo, after a nice hour and a half …

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The magic and mayhem has arrived!

In Behind The Scenes, Daily Life, Misc., Writing by Robyn Peterman

Hi Witches!!! Today my witches Sassy and Zelda are interviewing me. It’s a terrifying prospect. They live in my Magic and Mayhem World and are nuts. Don’t tell them I said that.  Anyhoo, hold on to your pointy hats and let’s get this over with. LOL  Zelda — Robyn. May I call you Robyn? Robyn— Umm… yes. What else would you call me? Zelda—Do you really want me to answer that? Robyn—No. Zelda—That’s what I thought. So what were you drinking when you made me save the day with a Troll named Fuc%ing Derrick?  Robyn—Oh come on, Fuc%ing Derrick is …

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It’s a Backlist Freaking Blitz!!

In Backlist Blitz, Writing by Robyn Peterman

Here’s a little sneak peek at what I write! Some series are finished and some are ongoing. I love all of them! Ready… Set… Here we goooooooooo! If you want to check out the series, HIT THE MEMES!!!! If you get jazzed for demons, witches and a child star trying to make a comeback in her forties only to find out she’s a demon, you are going to freak for the Good to the Last Demon Series.  My buddy, the stupendous writer Mandy M Roth had this to say… “I’d read the phone book if Robyn Peterman wrote it! Midlife’s …

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This is the ultimate Thanksgiving dessert for witches who happen to have a vegan daughter and a dairy-free son. LOL

In Daily Life, Holidays, Misc. by Robyn Peterman

And I KNOW it’s the ultimate because it’s gets eaten fast. My family is an apple dessert kind of bunch. I’ve been making apple pies, apple turnovers and apple crisps for years. HOWEVER, about six years ago, my girl child went vegan and son soon added onto the dietary restrictions list by going no dairy.  I said… no problem.  My first, second and 34756734 attempts were not good. But I’m not a quitter. The recipe I’m going to share can be made with regular butter, but I use Earth’s Balance and it’s just as delicious! Ready or not… here’s the …

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I am thankful for so many things!

In Behind The Scenes, Holidays, Writing by Robyn Peterman

One minute you’re young and sexy and the next you’re turning down the car radio so you can see the road better! For real. LOL  HOWEVER, as I get older and wiser I realize how much I truly have to be thankful for. Being thankful is a magical superpower. It’s humbling and empowering to realize I have so much good in my life. Since it’s the month of Thanksgiving, I thought this would be a sweet post.  First, there’s my family. I’ve been married to my best friend for thirty years and I still like him. He also has an …

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Fangs For The Memories: Part 6 (The Ooo-Spooky Witchy Chicks Round Robin Story)

In Round Robin Story by Louisa West

“I just need to ask you…” Mal petered off, looking away from me as though even he couldn’t bear to say the words. Considering he was a vampire who witch-napped me right off the street while I was minding my own business, I thought it was a little rich. I wasn’t a particularly patient person to begin with, and unluckily for Mal, I was officially done playing his games. “Ask me what?” I snapped, my temper firing up enough that sparks crackled from my fingertips now that I had my magic back. “You yank me off the street, subject me …

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Fangs For The Memories: Part 5 (The Ooo-Spooky Witchy Chicks Round Robin Story)

In Round Robin Story by Polly Holmes

“This has made me remember—” Mal paused as though a long-lost memory had surfaced. As long as it wasn’t, 101 ways to dispose of a witch, I was happy. “What have you remembered?” I asked. The fresh wave of butterflies wreaking havoc in my belly spurred my interest on. The suspense was killing me. Opps, wrong choice of words. “Earth to Mal, come in Mal.” I waited while his deep violet eyes zeroed in on the card. I sat wriggling uncomfortably on the rug, my but cheeks were fast slipping into full numbness. “Mal,” I repeated, slightly louder this time.  …

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Fangs for the Memories: Part 3

In Round Robin Story, Writing by Robyn Peterman

By Robyn Peterman The vampire stood across from me, his large, looming figure silhouetted against the flames. “I need you to remove my fangs.” I squinted at him in shock. “I’m sorry. What?”  A vampire without his or her fangs was a dead vamp walking. Not to mention, the removal of fangs was a death sentence for the remove-ee. I was pretty happy with living for a few more decades. If the man wanted to die, surely there were other ways to do it. And I wanted no part of it. I was a witch who spread happiness and light, …

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Fangs For The Memories: Part 2 (The Ooo-Spooky Witchy Chicks Round Robin Story)

In Round Robin Story, Writing by Renee George

In front of us was a sprawling mansion with dark, towering spires that reached into the night sky and rough-hewn stone walls covered in creeping ivy. If things weren’t creepy enough, the windows glowed faintly, casting eerie shadows on the driveway as we approached the front entrance. I worried about what the vampire in the driver’s seat had in store for me. Was I dinner? Dessert? A plaything? Or something much, much worse. I pressed my hand against the door window. “I’m Lydia,” I told my bloodsucking kidnapper. If he wanted to be “best buds,” I would play along. I’d …