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Often I mention cruddy emails in my Spam folder (I
have 536 of them today), like the one that keeps warning me that my
prostate is the size of a lemon. Today's trashy Spam email had the
delightful subject line of "Rishout, I pooped INSTANTLY thanks to this
Japanese black candy!" Sorry to be me, but can you imagine a candy (or
pill or drink) that made you poop instantly? Can you imagine the
warnings on the bottle or wrapper, to only consume it whilst on the
toilet?*
I
came to the library for the first time in over a week, and immediately
opened Wikipedia to the history of Hall & Oates. But beyond that, I
wrote up most of an author's note for "Balms & Sears," and boy, if I
could just hand that book to someone else and say, "Take a look at
this, let me know where I need to fix things, and get it out into the
world without me ever having to touch it again," I think I'd leap at
that. I don't think the book is nearly as bad as "Hatchling" turned
out, but as I have said before, I am a short story writer (if I'm a
writer at all, and not just an awesome narrator), not a novelist.
Exercise: Yes (25)
*And it would have to say "whilst," just to class everything up.
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