I am a bull.
Well, at least I was yesterday.
Barreling my way through all my fragile authorial insecurities, I crashed through this “You can’t” before knocking that “You better not” down on its haughty butt. And once I got all my writing done –yes, ALL– I stood over the fantastic chaos and snorted like the uncastrated male bovine I had so righteously channeled.
Yes, ladies and gents, this girl had balls yesterday.