the therapeutic powers of lagomorphs and carbohydrates

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I’ve been in a bad mood for the past 36 hours or so because I’m at the stage of novel-writing where I hate my draft so much that I want to erase my name from the title page and replace it with my worst enemy’s. Family Genus Species, a novel by George W. Bush.

But then I look at pictures of bunnies and bread and I feel better (thanks Jay Jao and Patricia).

Comments

the last noel said…
Don't associate that Bush name with your writing ever again!
October 19, 2006 at 11:07 PM
Cheryl said…
Maybe that was a little extreme. How about Family Genus Species, a novel by That Snobby Girl I Went To High School With.
October 20, 2006 at 10:29 AM
Kat said…
Cheryl, here's a photo of a very helpful bunny editor to make you feel better. I'm sure Che can help you chew through your difficulties.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/talleyjones/271344756/
And greetings from Tejas, home of you-know-who.
October 21, 2006 at 7:46 AM
Schrodinger's Kitten said…
I'm just glad you know our Family Genus and Species trinomial name. The things one can learn by hiking!
October 21, 2006 at 11:31 AM
Cheryl said…
K: Che is the best (visit that link, everyone!). Maybe he can eat chapter 9 for me?

S: Oooh, trinomial....
October 22, 2006 at 10:02 AM
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