If you’re anything like me, you’re obviously quite fortunate. But you already knew that. You’re probably also aware that under the thick coating of awesome-sauce you’re slathered with, lurks a writing-idea generating system with a tendency to lay dormant for extended periods, only to suddenly spring back to life when you least expect it.
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Category / Game Changer
The Prize Patrol, Mormons and Jethro Tull
I’d love being the only one to have experienced some event or occurrence, so when someone interrupts my story to say, “I know how you feel. Something like that happened to me,” I can dramatically put my hand to my forehead and say, “That’s not the same. It’s not the same at all. The person in front of you only had eleven items! The one I was trapped behind had fourteen. Fourteen!” Then I’d clutch my pearls and say, “My heavens! I do believe I’ve got the vapors!” just before I collapsed onto that fainting couch I keep meaning to buy.
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Pucker Up Buttercup 