Alright, y'all. Here it is. I hope I didn’t lead you on too much about this rant. This reads kinda like the ramblings of a mad-woman (is that how you spell it? I mean I know it’s madman–one word–but…madwoman? Maybe? Ah, whatever). But I assure you I’m not insane–well, not anymore than usual anyway. I mean, are writers ever truly sane? Like, really, truly, 100% sane?
My thought is probably not, and that brings me to my next point (which is funny because this rant is mostly pointless ravings). This isn’t some political comment I’m making, so if you were looking for a good argument ya might as well tune out now. Also, if you hate Stephen King and his books (not just dislike, but all the way to hate) you should skip this too. In fact, you probably shouldn’t even be following me because I’m an avid King fan–says it right there in my blog description. And one final note; I’m from the south and I’m really freaking tired right now and can’t be bothered with correct grammar so just deal with it, alright?