I loved Mary's picture of herself aflame (ok, she's standing in front of the burning weed pile, perspective perspective, but hey). My pen name's avatar is of a woman wearing flames. I feel periodical guilt about it, as it's far too sexy to represent anything to do with me. A more accurate representation would be of a woman coated in sludge.

I don't know if that's a real thought or an automatic negative one. If I was in a better mood I'd find it funny, even if it's not constructive. Sigh. I'll stop poking the bear by contemplating whether or not there's a market for unnatractive sludge-smut and go  take an anti-depressant, make sushi and walk the dog.