I give up done poke me with a fork. Charred shoe leather done.

The words come out. They fill page. They make no sense. Is all garbage. Just sex. No plot. Plots come out and there's no loving just plot. that doesn't make sense. twist this way turn that way. read reviews. am brilliant. read nuther review I am stupid and need to be put to death.

words be broked.

need the nice huggy jacket and the soft room to sleep in. food from a styrofoam cup through a straw. pizza milkshake yum...hey can I have extra pepperonis next time?


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  1. Take up basket weaving....and don't read stupid people's reviews.

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    1. My high school band director used to tell us to get out of his class and go take underwater basket weaving. I'm wishing I'd taken him up on that right now. Beats trying to make characters cooperate with me. Pesky capricious shits. Going back to work on my cat shifter book tomorrow. He's meowing at me. Football boy is just making me twitch.

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