All writers are crazy. So never mind what the editors and your family and your critique group tells you. Submit your manuscripts and keep submitting until you get an offer. Then you can be crazy, with a paycheck.

Has anyone ever told you that you lack focus?

Here I am, just wandering down a deserted street in the middle of the night. I hope I don't run into any trouble. Goodness, that would just ruin my whole evening." I strolled and hummed, trying to project Innocent Victim.

Elizabeth Anne Taylor April 25, 1974 - April 25, 2004 Our Sweetheart, Only resting

Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy.

Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?

I know it's practical for career women, but sneakers with suits? Jesus couldn't possibly weep harder than I did.