In my current work-in-progress, I’m at the editing stage. And it’s not even the final stage where you’re congratulating yourself for getting through such a tedious, mind numbing, horrific, no good, process in the production phase either. If you’ve ever gotten to the end of that final edit, you’ll know what I’m talking about. You’ll feel so pleased with yourself that you’ll ditch the spouse and the kids for an evening, go to Chuck E Cheese, and spend all night gorging on greasy pizza and crying in relief in the ball pit while parents and children watch in morbid fascination.
Of course, I wouldn’t know anything about that since I don’t have a spouse or any children. I can neither confirm nor deny the other mentioned activities due to pending lawsuits. You might be asking if I’m joking about the lawsuits. Honestly, I’m only joking. Or am I? who knows…
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