Today, that would involve battling my mustache... and I'm a woman. It would involve falling asleep at 7:30 at night on the couch, surrounded by a puddle of drool. It would involve daily trying to camouflage my poochy belly.
That's what I know. Does anyone want to read about that stuff?
Probably not.
For a serious discussion of the dilemma I'm currently facing, go check out my post on The Muffin.
And if you have a suggestion or you know an agent or a publisher (who owes you a big favor), please let me know.
After all, I'm looking for just one yes...
