How do you do it? How do you make me feel every emotion possible? How do I not explode when I read or write your stories? You make me crazy. . . maybe I am crazy. That's it. It's official. I'm crazy!
Dear Social Media Marketing,
I'm tired. I wish you would do all the work yourself, but alas, that is not possible. Now back to all that posting, tweeting, and blogging. . . oh wait, I am blogging. Good. That's something. Right?
I. Hate. You.
Why do I feel like no matter how many times I go through my manuscript that there still needs to be things fixed. Will it ever be done? Will I ever finish?
Dear . . . ?
Wait. What just happened?