"O" Is For Oprah

I must admit I have mixed emotions about Oprah's show ending.  *Sound of brakes screeching*

What? You didn't think I cared about Oprah?

Watching a show that has been around longer than I've been alive does give it a bit of sentimentality. But I didn't cry at the end just in case you're wondering.

I guess I just expected the show to keep going. Well, at least until I got on there to talk about my bestseller book release. :D  I mean, c'mon! What talk show am  I supposed to go on now?

But since writing a book takes awhile and it takes longer still to reach Oprah show fame, by the time I probably got to go on any sort of talk show we would all be watching it in 3D from the comforts of our living rooms. So don't expect to see me on T.V. any time soon. Unless I do something incredibly awesome. (Or stupid, but that's not really in the plan.)

Writing Woes

                              (Lost the link thing. Deviantart.)


Help me.

In this particular picture you see above, I am feeling like Watson. Well... I always feel like a Watson, but that's just because it's a nickname.  Do  you see the resentful glare? The folded arms, the look of simmering anger? Well take a good look, folks 'cause that mood is changing and now I am going to play Holmes AND START SMACKING HEADS WITH THE RIDING CROP!

Got it?

Do you want to know how we got to this point? Of course you do, I'm the one holding the whip so you get to hear it if you want to or not.

I did school, I had a marvelous day, ate about... four cookies (and counting) and understood my Latin lessons. I was good! I was a diligent student!!  I wanted time to write this evening, I have formulating plans of brilliance that I will lose unless I get it written down!!!
So I wrote one tiny, little story. I was listening to classical music and all calm, feeling creative...

And then my sister and her little friend came in, turned on obnoxious music, started playing some brainwashing child's game and were screaming:
1. At the dog
2. At each other
3. At me

GONE IS THE PEACEFUL, HAPPY CLASSICAL MUSIC (Welcome, Fatboy Slim) and hello to writer's dilemma.

I just want to write a story!! Is that so difficult to ask!!?!?!

..... *Evil light bulb*

"Oh, children!!!- *big fake smile*- "Would you like some candy? Some chocolate? Some SUCKERS!??

"Go fetch, little ones! Go get it! It's out there! No, over there.. by the mud pit, no, no. You've seen The Princess Bride haven't you? It looks like the ones they have in the fire swamp? Yes, that one."