It’s not a pretty thing, but that’s what I did today. Ripped off all my perfectly plotted clothes and stood there stark naked.
I hit the send button.
And now, I’m standing there … like this.
It’s only been a couple hours and already I’m looking over my shoulder.
Wondering if anybody’s watching?
Who’s pointing?
Praying no one is laughing.
But honestly, I’ve seen myself naked. Bad commas, dangling participles … the kind that could use a good nip there, maybe a tuck over here. You know, the Secrets Victoria can’t even hide. And that modifier! Good lord it’s a good thing I’ve got a personality to go with that sucker.
Still naked, probably will be so for the next sixty days.
That’s what the website said.
And I’m okay with that.
*gulp*
I mean what’s the worst that could happen. A nice lady hands me back my sub-plot with a “not my cup of tea” grin? Maybe I’d get a parting scone.
OH. MY. GOD!
Who am I kidding!
I’m freakin’ naked!
*deep breath*
*hums I’m Sexy and I Know It.*
Wish me luck…
I’ll be reading this awesome keynote by MyraMcEntire.
I won’t be hard to miss ... I’m the naked one.
