Freaky Friday

I don’t know about you, but traditionally, Fridays are pretty slow email days around here. It’s disturbing. No, not that I don’t get much cyber traffic on that day, but that I care so much. Remember that line in Sleepless in Seattle where Rosie O’Donnell’s character is whining about how men just don’t converse the way women want? It goes something like: “Verbal ability in a man is highly overrated and our pathetic need for it is…blah, blah, blah…” For some reason, I hear myself in that line. Today I’m moping, just knowing that my inbox will sit quiet for most of the day. So in my head, I’m chiding myself with a similar line: “E-mail frequency on Friday is highly overrated, and my pathetic need for it is…blah, blah…”

You get the picture. So, if you’re so inclined, post a comment today, and put me out of my Friday misery. Tell me what you thought about the castoffs from American Idol last night (my daughter was horrified that Heather was let go). Tell me what you’re reading these days (it’s another rainy day in CA—three days this year! Time to hit the bookshelves :-) If you’re a writer, help me further avoid my WIP and drop me some shop talk.

Okay, now, bring it on!