My eyes rolled so far back in my head that I could see myself think
'It's been almost a month since you found a body. I knew you were due.'
I like being able to provide consistent and frequent literary choices for my fans.
Okay, take a deep breath, I told myself. Don't go all hormonal. Get the facts straight. Have a mental doughnut.
I rolled my eyes so far into the top of my head I almost fell over backward.
I received rejection letters for ten years (one on a napkin, written in crayon.) I had all my rejection notices stored in a box. When the box was finally full I took it to the curb and set it on fire. The next day I went out and got a temp job.