If you had pulled up beside me at a stop light last Thursday at approximately 8:40am PST, you would have assumed one of the following:
- I was having a seizure.
- I was head-banging to some serious devil worshipping metal.
- The seat of my Volvo doubled as an electric chair and I was being executed.
The truth is I had just returned home from book tour and was having a complete breakdown. Primal sobs, soaked face, snot bubbles, and a tortured soliloquy about burn out. At one point I remember yelling, “And on top if it all, I have to make an f-ing wax appointment because hair just keeps on growing!” Yeah, I know, Laguna Beach problems.
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