I don't know what's scarier...having no ability to write toasts for a promised assignment or (gulp) discovering you might actually be good at it?
Not that I'm saying the toasts I came up with for the editor are good. First of all, they all rhyme. Every last one and I came up with about 6. Even when I tried to sit down and write a sentence that didn't rhyme it would end up that way. I'm not sure what this says about me.
They're all sort of cutesy rhymes too. Who knew there was a Hallmark Tender Moments persona lurking deep inside me? (Get out! Get out!)
But at least I have something to turn in. The real nightmare would begin if they--God forbid--hired me for the job, eh? Wouldn't that be a hoot? At the very least I'd get loads of "I'm ripping my hair out" blogging material from it.