I think I just wrote the blurb for a Scholastic Books teenie romance. And that what happens next is that I lure some unsuspecting 15-year-old into writing the book for me.
Just as I was thinkin' I finally had the NY Times Book Award squarely in my sights. Turns out it's actually me in the crosshairs of that '70s poster of the (shudder) BeeGees.
Never mind, just gimme the gun and I'll shoot myself...
Just as I was thinkin' I finally had the NY Times Book Award squarely in my sights. Turns out it's actually me in the crosshairs of that '70s poster of the (shudder) BeeGees.
Never mind, just gimme the gun and I'll shoot myself...