tornado

I finally submitted my dang (but beloved) novel to some agents and editors. I may have waited a tad too long to do this, but that's what happens sometimes when tornadoes attack. Yes, that's right, I was attacked by a tornado. Its name was Sylvia and she spun me around until my intestines resembled the Mona Lisa. Now I'm being attacked by tourists and their cameras. They want to pose inside of me, say cheese and send pictures to their loved ones to prove they were here, inside my intestinal Mona Lisa. Now I have to make a giant batch of bee bim bop, top it off with spicy pepper oil and watch them slip into plumbing.  WATCH THIS to get a sense of what my innards are going through right now.