I scared something loose, yesterday.
Or the plumber in the toilet aisle did.
(Long, unpleasant story starring a doofus with a jitter.)
Either way, my 2019 writer’s block got blown clear and publishable words flowed out! They even landed coherently in the opening scene of my new book.
How refreshingly beautiful was that?!
(Especially compared to what will go down in lore as The Plumber Terror of Aisle 24.)
The doofus with a jitter