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.
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"... and then they sat in it and bubbles came up. the gravy was no longer brown after that..."
i have no idea what that means. but i overheard myself talking to the mirror. i had to turn and walk away.
Wendi - I want to move to your home and cook for you just so you can make me laugh all day long.
We gave my daughter a book when she was in art school that is called something like "things overheard at the museum" and it is really great -- you should try to find it (the strangest and stupidest things about art that you could imagine)
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