I spent most of the weekend writing which means I spent most of my time thinking about ways to get things to crawl up and out from their graves or from under your bed…note YOUR bed not mine and I ate a lot of pizza and drank a ton of ginger ale.

Now I know that it’s probably not healthy to shut yourself away to do this- I mean is it healthy to spend hours at a time thinking about Zombies and Werewolves and Ghouls who are having issues?

At first I thought no, it’s probably not.

I thought I could be doing something bad to my mental health by sticking my head into a grave over and over again  and possibly I could be warping my outlook on life in doing so.

But this weekend I discovered a creature called Honey Boo Boo and how many people spend hours watching her on tv and talking about her on-line and  it was like the chains fell off and I ran free and wrote my little heart out without fear of becoming a little more socially stunted then I already am- and I only stopped long enough to laugh and play with my cats who only love me because I can work the can opener.

Now if you don’t mind I have a house to get haunted-

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