foolishly graciously handed her blog over to me today while she is recovering from the flu and is locked up in her NaNoWriMo cave.
But Marcy! I don’t want to go on the cart!
If she hits her word count, we can slide a gluten-free brownie to her through the bars later to get rid of the taste of that horrible Mucinex.
But I feel HAPPY! I think I can go for a walk!
Um, one minute. *hushed voice* Fine, you don’t have to go on the cart but get off Facebook and back to writing and let me do the blog for you so you can rest and write. Okay?
But I just—
Cart? *stern face*
Yes ma’am. But could you please get Jami Gold to stop tweeting BRING OUT YOUR DEAD! It’s freaking me out. I…
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