Cranky, smelly old ladies with the social skills of a hedgehog and breath to match?
So being that I only have the energy to wiggle my fingers, I thought I'd wiggle them on the keyboard in front of a blazing fire while slurping on industrial strength coffee that would give a rhino the shakes.
It didn't matter to me that I hadn't been signed by Random House or Penguin Books. I'd achieved something. I'd accomplished something, and it was truly from my heart that this thing came along.