“Eliza Leigh, what are you yammering about? Are you writing a Yankee Candle description?”
As if! Now you made me lose my place, I’m writing a Gothic novel.
I felt happy that this was one flower that would never wither and die.
“The candle sputtered out, leaving the room blanketed in doom.”
Stop, I’ll never be able to finish my story!! Human stop laughing and get back to work.