Yay, CaBil!
Yay, Baby!
Dammit, where's my copy of Vanity Fair???
'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yay, CaBil!
Yay, Baby!
Dammit, where's my copy of Vanity Fair???
My hair is now Soft Mahogany. Let's see what it looks like when it dries. Hopefully, not like dirt.
Congrats to Auntie Vortex and her family!
Conrats, CaBil! That's wonderful!
In I knew it was too good to be true news, I finally got the real quote for renting out that awesome steampunk bar, The Edison. Are you ready? $37,000. HAHAHAHA! And that's their discounted Sunday rate! Yeah. So that was a nice thought while it lasted.
Congrats to Vortex and family! Yay baby!
CaBil, that's awesome! Congratulations!
Kristin, that is ... eeek. Tho' I have to admit I suspected The Edison was going to be that pricy. I've seen photos from events there.
So. I have 2k more words I need to write on this story, AND do a re-write on it, by tomorrow. I *think* I can do it. Maybe. Hell, I'm just making it up as I go along anyway, right?
Oh, and Jilli - you need to read the Practical Heroism book I just finished. Voltmeter is me, except he's tall.
I tend to milk the giant cow a lot. That's what that book taught me.
Oh, and Jilli - you need to read the Practical Heroism book I just finished. Voltmeter is me, except he's tall.
Oh ... dear?
I tend to milk the giant cow a lot. That's what that book taught me.
Wow, context is going to be very very helpful in this instance, isn't it? Because I have no idea what to make of that statement.
1200 words to go. 1200 words to go ...
You can do it, Jilli. You just wrote a frickin' book!
You can do it, Jilli. You just wrote a frickin' book!
Ahahahahah. Well, yes, but I did that over not-quite a year. And that was non-fiction. Fiction intimidates me, for some reason.
(I can hear Plei and the StuntHusband cackling in the distance. Being a cartoon is different than writing fiction, dammit!)
Fiction intimidates me, for some reason.
Well, it is intimidating. You have to make it all up. But you have a strong voice, so the words will come, don't worry.
Wow, context is going to be very very helpful in this instance, isn't it? Because I have no idea what to make of that statement.
Muahahahaha - and I quoth, from "Heroics for Beginners":
The Overlord stood in the center of the room, his head thrown back in silent laughter, his arms raised above his head, his fists clenched in that famous, overly dramatic gesture known to theatre students everywhere as "milking the giant cow".