I think that I'm creative and crafty and fun. But in my most yearning inner self, I want to be a writer, an author. A real one, with published bestsellers and massive first printings and and agent and a book tour. And a dust cover photo. Retouched.
So my first work?
A coffee table book with the comments that are overheard out of context. Those scraps of conversation that make no sense when standing alone - and sometimes within the conversation itself. Called...."Ice Cubes from Lulu's Sandbar."
"Her horns were huge! Not mention those fingers."
"Yeah, I always pluck those out when they get covered."
"Dude, it was all greasy and wrapped around my mom."
Please - join in the fun! I'll give you credit....you might even make the dust cover.