Ok, so you withdrew into your own bedroom after all the halloween buzz was over.
You watch the House of Exorcism (1975 - note the numbers 7 and 5) starring Elke Sommer (note 'Sommer' sounds kinda like 'insomnia'). you stay up the whole damn night watching the movie and reruns of it because you were trying to imagine how Sommer would appear in desperate housewives (insomnia). Towards the end of the night you had a realisation: you are going to be the next spirritual guru/writer ; that's right - aStephen King (anorexia - rex is king in latin)and Deepak Chopra (depression) hybrid, so to speak. For the next 48 hours, you slave off your blood and buttocks on creating your little story - MaJane Saga. The guy at the postal service tells you that it would take 5-7 business days for your draft to be delivered to the publishing company.It took the company only a month to respond to you. You made your pants when you found the editor's comments. Hidden, in what seems like a forsaken place on page 4857 of your manuscript it asks you plainly "So what was your point?"