Because we don’t use the “s” word for that in my home – though I did come dangerously close to using it anyway just now.
Woe is me.
I am fighting through the first edits on my book and I would like to scream and yell – lucky you, you get to read it.
In my pit.
With Big O puddles.
It truly is maddening – I am screaming at the page. But it’s screaming back.
I could be doing so many other things right now, instead of torturing myself by writing.
But not writing is worse torture.
Music calms the savage beast – I’m headed over to You Tube.
Please disregard the past several lines of scribbles – at times I doth reveal too much!