Sorry I've been scarce. There was some overtime for the Dayy Jobb. We've had nice weather. And I'm working on a story that, every time I raise my head, pelts me with sharp stones and balls of slush. I'm about to tear out a Mad Libs sheet, complete it, add some fantastical crap and a brutal death, staple it to the end of the story and call it The Effing End.
As soon as I get my head above water, I'll be back. With freaking bells on.
Hope you're all having a great summer. :D
LOL you can do it! Just keep your strength up by eating lots of legumes ;)
ReplyDeleteMad Libs! Gosh I loved those when I was a kid.
ReplyDeleteBut on topic, I think just threatening the story with the staple gun might save you some hassle. Or maybe I just the like the idea of bullying things with dangerous tools.
(Word verification: ponsi? Excuse me while I get my staple gun and have a chat with Blogger.)
I do love the legumes, Girl Friday! (That was the silliest research I've done all day, except for when I watched a bunch of youtube videos of '70s stunt drivers)
ReplyDeleteI like where your head is at with this, Margo. I've threatened all kinds of things. Lacking pain receptors, the story just continues to mock me. :(
The story isn't mocking you. It's wanting to be written. The pelting is it wanting you to sit and pay more attention to it.
ReplyDeleteMine do that. I have bruises.