Eyes propped open with matchsticks, Kleenex box armed and at the ready,
Errol Flynn looking dashing in a funny hat (“Charge of the Light Brigade” is on
television. I am not to the point of hallucinating dead screen legends quite
yet.) I am here to give you all that I’ve got.
However, I wouldn’t expect much. I am sitting here with crude
fire-starters alarmingly close to my eyeballs, my allergies overnight have
turned gruesome and the only bright spot bright enough to see past the
lingering nightmares is a dead screen legend wearing a silly hat.
Can I go back to bed yet?
Apparently the answer to that is a resounding “Um, no.”
My literary stardom beckons!
(To fully appreciate the irony in the above ridiculous statement,
please see last night’s post “Hush, Hush, Sweet Whore”… one of my most
imaginative titles, you’ve got to admit. *chuckles*)
Hopefully, I will at least hear from somebody today, be it prospective
literary agent or Ravenous Romance. I hold out realistic hope for neither, but,
heck, I’m a dreamer.
Please wish me well in avoiding burning my eyes out of my head as I
sneeze my sinuses out my nose.
Thank you and have a great day.
Until tonight…
Chloe and Errol wearing a funny hat
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