There once was a writer called Bella
Whose bones, they would not a-gel-a
So she whipped up a cast
(could withstand a bomb blast)
And Bella's prognosis is stellar
Where Miss Snark vented her wrath on the hapless world of writers and crushed them to sand beneath her T.Rexual heels of stiletto snark. The blog is dark--no further updates after 5/20/2007.