Through the Looking Glass
Ooooh. OOOOOH.. I'm late for work. I am really late for work. I'm all rabbitfromAliceinWonderland-y and why? It's this stupid piece I am STILL working on, the piece I've been working on for the last FORTY YEARS (slight exaggeration may apply).
I have only one thing to say before I careen out of my front door :
BEHAVE YOURSELF YOU FIENDISHLY EVIL PIECE OF CRAP!
When I get home tonight I expect you to have cleaned up your dialogue, reshuffled your scenes and to have a FREAKING POINT. I expect you to read LESS like ASS.
Can I make myself any clearer? HMMM? The can opener is out. The whoop-ass is on the counter. Don't make me open it.
Have a lovely day folks. :-)