Our Leigh Ann who art on Twitter,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy book deal come.
Thy will be done
IRL as it is on Twitter.
Give us this day our braided bread,
and aid us in our ms stalking,
as we aid those who stalk us in return,
and lead us not into desperation,
but deliver us from self-criticism.
For thine is the Twitter feeds,
and the CPs, and the lovefests,
for ever and ever.
Amen.
Ohhhh gosh. I’m not religious, so I hope this doesn’t count as blasphemy. It is certainly not intended as such, and I sincerely hope no one is offended. I just wanted to use the Lord’s Prayer as a template for this because that’s how it started in my head, and I liked the rhythm of it. Even though I totally messed around with the scansion (shhh don’t tell). And even though Leigh Ann is Jewish (cf. “braided bread”), and a rabbi at that. Minor details. 
And the explanation for this can be found here.
ARI YOU ARE TOO ADORABLE. Cannot. Handle. Clever. Cuteness. *brainsplosion*
Haaaaaa amazing, love it!
WIN. That’s all I have to say.
Oh, and Leigh Ann, if you’re reading this: ANGST.
Okay, I’m done.
ALL THE ANGST JOHN. ALL OF IT.
YA WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT IT.
I feel like it’s kind of cocky of me to leave a response here.
Oh, hell. I’m the president of the Ego Club. I AM AWESOME. I WILL FEED YOU ALL THE BAKED GOODS IN EXCHANGE FOR THE PUBLISHING GODS TO SMILE ON ME. (See? I put my own blasphemy in riiiiight there.)
(Thank you, babe. <3)