The People of Gotham Deserve a Better Breed of Post
Because I've been one-lining it, here I go with everything in my slackerful and charming life. (And yes, you wouldn't be amiss in assuming that there's a lot of Law and Order in this life.) Exhibit A: One quarter-finished novel. This is the future manuscript of my first and likely very dumb novel Boy Crazy Gets Her Man, which both gives you a feel of the futuristic hello-kitty styled murder mystery and explains my gmail tagline , which isn't about my finally pursuing men flirt- astically and settling down. Shucks. But if I can actually have a 200-odd page manuscript with a beginning, middle and an end (singing the Sesame Street song in my head), then I will be, as they say, a happy camper. Exhibit B: A pile of tent on my laundry room floor. A pile because I put it out in the sun to de -mildew it, but then got too lazy to fold it up and put it one of the bags that is still in the back of my car (maybe I'll clean my car out tomorrow) from my camping sleepover with ...