I think my last post is reflective of my writing right now. It's all a little choppy. Wish I had a famous editor as a best friend. I could crochet for her (I can crochet a mean set of booties) and she could edit my writing. Oh, and I also wish that my famous editor friend wouldn't know how to crochet and that the only thing in life she really wanted was a set of crocheted booties.
Hey, it's my fantasy, I can hope for what I want.