My sweetie's in Barcelona without me. The heater on the boat has crapped out in spectacular fashion, with coolant splashing everywhere at a rolling boil. Oh, the irony. And a spider, deciding I taste good, has covered me in welts.
Happy Valentine's Day. Really. >:-(
Alone, cold, and itchy in Vancouver.
Here's my tribute to rejection. It suits my mood, which is temporarily funky but will bounce back soon, promise:
It is not meant to be.
I just don't love you enough.
Grin. I feel better already. :-)
Hope you at least had CHOCOLATE!
And :-( re: this agent biz. Here's a rebuttal:
Dear idiot Agent
Who passed on my Pages
Didn't show me the LOVE
But I'll rise Above!!!!
Won't you be Sorry
When my little Story
Is picked up and Sold
For silver and Gold!!
Now, now. Nobody's an idiot :-)
But it did feel good to vent a little, didn't it?
Ok, everybody back to making their writing better!
okay, I'll play nice.