Excuse the downer of a quote above, but you go where the excerpt-gods
take you.
Bet you didn’t know there were excerpt-gods, huh? Many strange and
wondrous things appear when…
a.) Your 16th novel in 5 years is about to be published.
(SIDE NOTE: This is better known as Romantic Smut Exhaustion)
b.) You’ve been up working an hour on a mid-August Monday morning and the
sun is still MIA. (SIDE NOTE: This is better known as Nightmare Avoidance 101,
and is a rather fair showing of OCD Tendency #17)
c.) You’re on enough Prozac to mellow down the finest Primitive Baptist
preacher on the hottest Revival night. (SIDE NOTE & DISCLAIMOR: Despite all
appearances to the contrary, this is not a slam on the Primitive Baptists.
Although I disagree hotly with many of their beliefs, their devotion is
oftentimes extraordinary.)
Ok, now that I’ve just alienated Section 43B of the blog auditorium, I
think I’ll move quickly on before I unintentionally empty out another demographics’
group seating…
*pauses*
*ponders*
*slyly grins as the post cleverly
(i.e. accidentally) comes full circle…*
Moments ago as the sun began to finally creep over the horizon, I had
the “expectation” of this post being good. Alas, “complications” of a Primitive Baptist
manner arose and shattered that delusion spectacularly.
*proudly beams as the caboose has
just met up with the engine*
Dang it! I’m good!
(SIDE NOTE: The above is better known as Delusion of Grandeur, Exhibit
A.)
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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