For some reason, I look at what I'm writing and I'm thinking, what a complete waste of time! Someone could wipe their ass with this tripe except they'd probably get a rash.
Every time I type a word, a baby starts crying. Every time I close a paragraph, a puppy dies. If my story ends up in the bottom of a hamster cage, the poor thing will die of dysentery. Somewhere, Hemingway is clawing his way out of his grave to come and pee on my computer.
Anyway, just had to vent.
J
Every time I type a word, a baby starts crying. Every time I close a paragraph, a puppy dies. If my story ends up in the bottom of a hamster cage, the poor thing will die of dysentery. Somewhere, Hemingway is clawing his way out of his grave to come and pee on my computer.
Anyway, just had to vent.
J