November 15, 2010
Kreebles
I had a nightmare this morning.
I turned to ask my dad what channel the Westerns were on (that’s a nightmare in itself… me sitting through two hours of a Western) and he had a gun pointed at my head.
I said, “Really? You’re going to shoot me now; my books are coming UPS today [which they are]. Why would you do that?”
He replied, “That’s nothing. Your brother is already outside in the driveway, ready to be buried.”
Kreebles. I don’t even know if that’s a word, but it sums up how I feel.
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With an imagination like that, I think it’s time to start on your next book!
Roberta
Roberta,
Either that or heavy-duty psychiatric evaluation!
thank God it was only a nightmare and youre awake now ( : your book is successful and WILL BE EVEN MORE SO! this is just the beginning!