I love me. I really really love me. See, look, I'm giving myself lots and lots of hugs. The jacket? Oh that. That's to help me love myself more. Really it is. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go roll around a plump and puffy room for a while. I'll be back once the doctors say I've loved myself enough.
ETA: Don't mind me. I was working on my blurb. How 250 words can drive a person so far around the bend is anyone's guess.
*All images deleted to avoid any chance of copyright infringement* - It was of a guy in a straight-jacket
Low on our meds dear? ;-DReplyDelete
No meds here. Maybe that's the problem. LOLReplyDelete
Into each life a little insanity must fall. Or as Jimmy Buffet says "If we weren't all crazy we would go insane." ;o)
Blurbs, synopsis, query - they all have that effect! Hope the insanity doesn't last too long, B.E.?ReplyDelete
Jimmy has it right. And I have yet to meet a person without a bit of crazy in them. And if they don't seem crazy, I haven't gotten to know them well enough.ReplyDelete
Yep, does it every time. I feel that way when I write a synopsis.ReplyDelete
LOL! *pats your head*ReplyDelete
Oh man... hang in there! I think writing synopses are almost harder than writing novels! Good luck!ReplyDelete
Well, if you're a writer, you HAVE to be a little off the deep end. We all are. We all have our straightjackets. It's our friends, and our families, that keep our chins up when we want to tear out our hair.ReplyDelete
So I'll toast to you (and many other blogging friends) who keep my spirits up when I need a padded room.