tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296662047559453906.post725759331735338108..comments2023-05-30T02:01:42.633-07:00Comments on Who Doesn't Love Books?: Writing, the toughest job you'll ever love . . .Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11274611403618136870noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296662047559453906.post-25501606795725032332010-07-16T13:55:38.963-07:002010-07-16T13:55:38.963-07:00I am making the appletinis! Have glass will pour. ...I am making the appletinis! Have glass will pour. Or something like that. ;)Erikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11274611403618136870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296662047559453906.post-22033513861065948652010-07-16T09:42:07.926-07:002010-07-16T09:42:07.926-07:00I'm still waiting to read this story, you know...I'm still waiting to read this story, you know! <br /><br />I write because the voices in my head tell me I have to. Or go crazy. Though maybe I already am... <i>*bwahahaha*</i> If I had a moustache, I would twirl it. Wait. That's the villain, not the crazy lady talking back to the voices in her head, wearing sleep pants, a tank top, and swigging chicory coffee until flames shoot out of her nose.<br /><br />Okay. Serious answer. I write because I don't know how to stop. Really. Happy Friday! Are you making the appletinis?Silver Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15606837105470988646noreply@blogger.com