This is going to sound like an excuse, dear blog, but it’s true. I’m working ten-hour days until Friday, when I am supposed to send the 100-page Bulletin I’m editing to the printer. But that means I can take time off the following week. So no romance goals for the next few days, and then I’ll write like mad to catch up.
The book I’m proofreading has inspired me to write the following excerpt from a longer dramatic verse narrative that I strongly urge you not to complete (if you don’t, I won’t either):
And she stole out into the garden, there
Under the fierce midsummer sun, and
Beside the lotus pond, cool and serene beneath
Its cover of green leaves, she peeled off her
Warped and grease-bespotted T-shirt,
She slid off her dirt-stained jeans, removed
The stretched-out dimpled bra of color indeterminate,
The cheap and shapeless cotton underpants
With the big hole at the hip and the small
One starting at the rear, and so revealed to him
There, in the garden, as he sheltered among the
Leafy branches, was the form of one who
Drank perhaps too much and ate a lot of sausage.
Whoah, Huar. Sometimes I’m forced to use tired Internet abbreviations.
ROTFL!!!!!
This type of thing is exactly why I’m writing romance.
Hey, babe, as long as you have a game plan, breaks are OK! It’s those unplanned absences that tend to trick you 🙂
Sometimes life happens. You just have to cut yourself some slack. The key is cutting just the right amount of slack.
Too much slack is like.. too much sausage. Huar, that’s trippy.