Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!
Oh somebody help me! I'm seeing Blob burgers instead of a very fat cat. Had to do the drop-food-on-the-table-and-get-away, far, far away thing when I fed Kyle.
This is why I don't fast.
I can't handle the growlies, the cravings!
Keyboards aren't edible. As long as I'm writing and reading something I can't eat. I'm so desperate for diversion I popped off an entry to a writing contest!
Agent Rachelle Gardner has a picture prompt and is asking for 100 word "stories". Mine is way bizarre. Would you expect anything less from moi?
Last night at ACFW, HIS Writers, I found out I need to have a huge list of captured e-mails in order for an agent to notice me. We're talking 10 - 15K! Ummmmmm. . . .
The why is to prove I have an established reader base.
I hate it when my e-mail addy is captured. Don't really want to go that route, but what if my blog gets lots of subscribers and lots of hits? Help me out here, show some litter!
Spread the love!
I make you laugh.
Funnier than that VW comercial for their new crossover vehicle featuring a talking slug-bug.
Oh, I need to get out of this house where inanimate edible objects are calling my name.
Three hours. Three more hours until I'm put out of my vacuous misery. Then I'll be too sick to eat.