*ahem* quite.
I was bemoaning my lot, yestermorn, at the lackadaisical hook I produced for the Blood of Es in submission to Dear Miss Snark's happy hooker crapometer. "I'm trying to figure out what the story is about," I complained.
"Well," the wonderfully contrite Mrs B said, a sarcastically raised eyebrown lampooning my dilemma, "it's a love story, innit?"
"Is it?" quoth I, surprised.
"Well, yeah," she said, although from her tone of voice one could be quite sure she was actually saying: well, duh!
So, I know the direction to take now. All I need is the time in which to do it! lol
Merry Crimble Everybody (Mrs B made some yummy mincepies :) mmmmmm)
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