Cupid is a Bastard

I know you are wondering why the heck I named a book: Cupid is a Bastard.I could quote mythology and tell you he is the illegitimate child of Venus. I could confess to being a bitter nutter who carries on conversations with apparitions. The result of too many ghostings? No one deserves being dropped without closure. The truth is that my greatest loves and lovers have died. So have favorite friends, pets, and family. Love can be arduous but thankfully it hits exhilarating high-notes. The only way a fiercely creative like me can process this, is in my journal. In it, I watched the pen in my hand move with surreal speed, releasing a kraken of consciousness filling pages. Could this book and Cupid possibly help me get future dates? This depends on the suitor’s sense of humor and his vitality. Go on, crack it open!