Cannot interpret genius plot points from last night’s scribble and are stewing in petulant rage because it was seriously the best idea ever. The biggliest and the bestiest.
All of the good ideas are taken.
Children, day job, spousal obligations, etc. have sucked the will to live, let alone write, out of author by 5 p.m.
Researching “how to access dark web” for seedy character has resulted in creating a profile and ordering some sweet-sounding paraphernalia “for research purposes” (in case anyone asks).
Thought starting with the title was a good idea. It wasn’t. Loophole. Rabbit Hole. Button Hole. Benjamin’s Button Hole. Benjamin’s Butthole. **Google search “Brad Pitt’s butthole”**
Still undeleted Facebook account is sluttishly distracting.
Just read something much better than you’ll ever write and are in a torpor of misery and self-pity.
Microsoft Word has stopped responding
It’s time for Game of Thrones.
Over-microdosed on the LSD and cannot find fingers to write.

So, I did a thing, and I’m on Medium now. Check me out. My handle is @vonnie_york. Peace, love, prose, wine, silent screams, dry eyes, tears of confusion, and all of the other joys of being an author mom.