Anyway, this post is total filler. My awesome writery/blogger friend Ray Veen tagged me in the "The Next Big Thing" Blog Hop, which I must do (if I can figure out what a blog hop actually is), but that means I'll have to stop not talking about the book I'm not writing and actually start talking about the book I'm not writing. Which I am actually writing. In fact, I'm almost done with the book I'm actually writing that I've been saying I'm not writing.
Cuz, you know, that's what I do. I write books. Some people like them. And some people don't. One thing that I've discovered though is that, for people who don't like my books, there is nothing I can do. There is no way in this life or the next that I could write a book that they would like. Even if I tried. Even if they sent me an outline and told me exactly what to write. It's like me and watermelon. I hate watermelon. It's looks yummy, but I cannot stand the way it tastes. Watermelon could cover itself in salted caramel and espresso and Clive Owens, but I still wouldn't like it.
It's like that quote. It goes something like, "Write for yourself, please some. Write for others, please no one."
I just want to please some.
Whatever, anyway, like I said, this post is just filler. Oh, and to show you a picture of my daughter voguing.
Don't just stand there, let's get to it, strike a pose, there's nothing to it!
Hey, don't laugh, she's come a long way. She used to have funny hair and would spend all of her time blowing raspberries.