“HYSRT!” or “So There Was This Shiny Floor… (*How Shiny Was it?!*) It Was SO Shiny…!”

I could launch into a multi-paragraph description detailing my selection of today’s “HYSRT!” feature – could expound upon the vaguely asthmatic sound of my laughter at the humorous voice of blogger Meg Laverick… could recount the speckled dusky green of the armchair beneath me as I read it (a shade which reminds me of my beloved tailor’s eyes, because my brain is particularly open to being reminded of him by any old flimsy thing)… could note the sporadic recollection of my right index finger where, apparently, I managed to tear too little skin to bleed, but just enough to cause irritation bordering on pain… But really, how much of any of that do you need or want to know?

            Rather than waste your time as a reader and mine as a writer on describing us all to death, I’ll just link you to “When Description is Dangerous (and how to save your story from drowning in it)” over at a little place called Fangirling Through Fiction; ‘cause I’m thinkin’, “Hey, You Should Read This!”