A Bit of Backstory: Was feeling sluggish yesterday morning, struggling to make a dent in my daily word count, when Serial Killer Who Lives Upstairs knocked on my door asking if I had a blunt object he could borrow. As I handed him a hammer and told him he could keep it after he’d used it, he thanked me kindly. Wanting to return the favor, he said, “You look like you could use a pick-me-up. Wait here – I have just the thing.” He ran upstairs to his chamber of torture, came back down and handed me a small plastic bag. “Enjoy!” he said.
And enjoy I did. Continue reading