Whiny, mopey and sad

This keeps up, I'll have a whole stable of dwarves on my blog. I just need Grumpy and Klepto and I'll have the whole set.

I am MOPING, damn it. Writing a book is HARD, particularly when you luck into a critiquer who knows exactly where you have buried the bodies and insists you fucking dig them up.

"But I just got a manicure!" you cry. She hands you a spade.

Not even a good spade, either. A crappy tin spade that you made yourself in the fourth grade, a spade only a mother could love.

I'm going to stop now before embarrassing myself further. But now you will know, if you see me on the street, why I am dragging my feet and making the pouty face.