I submitted my story to The Mighty and they turned me down. What the heck? I have a couple of their diseases. I say let the community decide. Maybe the story I have could encourage someone, inspire someone or even bring a smile. They are going to be sorry when I complete my book and become famous, they'll want me then. And I, taking the high road, will tell them to "bite me". How's that for your high road.
I don't know if I ever take the high road. I usually take the smartass road and if you know a smartass or are a smartass, you know where that road leads. Straight to your funny bone! I do have a problem containing my smartass remarks. When an occasion arises I have to take a deep breath and try to calm my mouth. For instance, David and I will be talking about something and I'll say something and then he draws a blank or something and asks what I'm talking about. *deep breath* "I'm talking about what we were talking about." *deep breath* I don't say what comes in my mind because it wouldn't be nice. And that dear folks is how you keep a marriage together when you are a smartass.
Hmmmmm...do we do a writing prompt for my smartass readers? Um, yeah!
Writing prompt for 12/9/16:
Are you a smartass? If so write about a time you had to stifle it.
Does the smartass in your life get on your nerves? Write about how you avoid killing them.