I was just sitting here staring at a blank word doc waiting for brilliance to appear, an “A Different World” rerun on in the background when I was hit by a tidal wave of craving so strong and fierce it knocked me out of the La-Z-Grrl and right into my shoes.
Even though I had already gone to the DMV, SuperT, and the bank, I still got up and went back into the world because I knew if there were not the ingredients for a mighty gin and tonic in Supergenius HQ someone was going to regret it, probably me.
And can I just say that this little incident proves that I am a psychic supergenius? Because not 15 minutes after I got home, I got an e-mail from The Loft telling me that I suck and someone should take away my keyboard. On the brightside, Hipster Mom was told that she just might be a literary genius, so that’s good.
Anyway, I have decided that every literary rejection should be toasted with an alcoholic beverage of some sort and as luck has it, I am totally prepared.
It all works out in the end.