On Wanting To Roll Like A Hot Dog

In the interest of being real, this is what I looked like last night about two in the morning.

I realized that ALL of the edits I had made on my book the day before, for hours, were TERRIBLE. I had actually made this &%$^&)*^ book WORSE.

If I had spent that time rolling on my living room floor like a hot dog and humming it would have been better. If I had spent my time charting, in alphabetical order, the scientific names of all butterflies of the world while flapping my wings it would have been better. If I had spent my time counting brain cells in my own dang head it would have been better.

Sigh….

The glamour continues. The chocolate has been eaten.