I’m sure we’re all familiar with sexual frustration. Hell, even a couple hours after I’ve gotten some, I’ve got that craving for more.
And by “hours,” I mean “seconds or minutes.”
Today I’m intellectually frustrated. I almost typed “intellectually challenged,” but that has a ‘whole ‘nother meaning and I can apply it to a lot of people but I don’t think I qualify for that particular modifier.
Speaking of using one’s noodle, I’m writing a book in my head. I just hope my brain hasn’t atrophied by the time I get around to putting the words into a computer. It’s kind of an “Island of Misfit Toys” meets “Children of the Corn” story.
Any horror writers who can help a girl out? Well, horror, non-fiction, biographical, autobiographical writers … whatever. 😉