The emotions, the tears, of wasted years, wash over me like a cold wind out of the north. I tremble and shake, with each breath i take, and there's no one around me that cares. Dwight.
Uhm ... I really didn't want to be the one to tell you this ... but ... it seems your past is catching up to you. Remember that torrid affair with that publisher?
Yep, you guessed it. :PPP (I kid, I jest, I try to fluster.)
Ahh, that's great ... look forward to hearing about the results.
Good thing that that publisher saw fit to work through his unrequited love. It's for the best for all concerned. ;)
Good luck!
p.s. Have you posted this image on the site here? Not sure if the rules of the contest allow for it, but, I am curious now. Might want to check to make sure that 'previously unpublished' is not a condition, if you decide to post here. :)