Ummm, yeah. This is Larry. He’s a lonely mannequin I met in a flea market yesterday (if you’re wondering, yes it’s true, there is jack shit to do where I live, so flea markets seem to be the highlight of my weekends). I won’t tell you the things he said to me. How embarrassing!

I’m curious. Has anyone ever actually seen a mannequin with a facial expression like that? It’s a first for me. :-|

On a different note, I officially started submitting my first novel, Hallowed, to agents today. So, I now have two novels going through the hellish pre-agent process–double the stress, migraines and suicidal thoughts. It’s a bitch, but that’s OK. I truly expected it to be. The good news is that I have, in fact, sparked interest in my quest. Not getting any hopes up yet though. I’m the type of person that opens the champagne long after everyone else at the party is already drunk.