… suddenly my dashing hero is ‘dashing’ out of the story altogether, replaced by a ‘dashing’ cheeseburger and fries!
So, I tried writing my novel on a laptop while riding in the car. Let me tell you, it’s like trying to do brain surgery on a rollercoaster. Every bump in the road turns my gripping suspense scene into an unintentional earthquake disaster! And don’t even get me started on autocorrect …
‘And the rose goes to…’ Then the host throws a cliffhanger, ‘tune in for a surprise on our next episode!’
Waiting for Kamala Harris to choose her running mate is like being in line at the DMV. You’re stuck there, scrolling through your phone, wondering why it’s taking so long. ‘Come on, Kamala, just pick someone!’ Meanwhile, you’re imagining all the potential candidates like it’s a reality TV show…
my phone. By the time I get back, I’m wheezing like a 90-year-old chain smoker. Yeah, I’m ready for the Olympics… of binge-watching.
Watching the Olympics always gets me hyped up. For two weeks, I’m convinced I could totally be an Olympian. I’m on my couch, chips in one hand, remote in the other, thinking, ‘I could definitely do that.’ Then I remember my version of cardio is running down the hall because I forgot …
‘Now take out your laptop.’ I feel like I’m just one step away from them asking me to share my deepest insecurities and childhood traumas. ‘I’m sorry, but before you board this plane, we need to know why you cried on your 8th birthday.’”
Traveling is great, but has anyone else noticed that TSA security lines are like being in a dysfunctional relationship? First, they tell you to take off your shoes, then your belt, and just when you think it’s over, they say, —->