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[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.
can start building a medical writing team. I don't know if there's a spot in Reg for an associate.
Oh, got it. I tend to think of the Reg hierarchy irt "associate" when what I really meant was a medical writer position in that group.
I'm headed to bed now, but it looks like you're headed in the right direction. 'night.
Ah, crap, did I miss the big P-C Hug-off? Ah well.
puts boobies away
So, mind-bogglingly, I have written almost 60,000 words of a story in the past 3 weeks. (I reckon by tomorrow it'll be finished, and 60,000 words.) I'm going to maybe go and count up how many words I've written since January, because, holy mother of God, I'm kind of stunned at how prolific I've been. It's like the muse for writing fanfic just ate my brain. Which hasn't happened in YEARS.
Crazy. (I mean, prior to this my Big-Ass writing thing had been a Harry Potter novel, which, okay, was about 90k - but that took me YEARS to write, for the love of heaven. Not weeks.)
As always, it is way too early to be sitting in the boarding area. No luck with a first class upgrade, but at least I got an exit row. That also put me in boarding group 9 so hopefully I can get my bag overheard. The real fun is I get to fly back out here on Monday.
Anyone around?
ND, are you headed home? I hope you can get some rest before flying back out there.
I need to book my tickets while I can still get to the wee Flint, MI, airport and back for under $300. Thanks for the reminder, ND. I hope your flight goes smoothly.
He's dealing with conflicting paradigms of what it means to be a successful adult and a good person.
And those conflicting paradigms of being caught between two cultures, which is a huge part of what I'm assuming you mean by being a good person Fay, can be such a bitch.
I was monumentally lucky in that my mother, for all her craziness, was very progressive for a Cuban-bred, convent-educated woman of her era. When she and my father moved to the U.S., she wanted all of us kids to become assimilated and consider ourselves American first. Thank goodness she's such a force of nature, too, because she got my father to go along with that mindset, and it wasn't until they divorced that I discovered just exactly what his expectations for me as a woman were. When he was confronted about falling behind on the child-support and college fund payments, his response was, "What does she need to go to college for? She's just going to get pregnant in the next couple of years anyhow."
I was fourteen at the time. Quite the shock that.
Which, of course, makes the fact that she's dating him again beyond my ken and my Barbies too, but that's a whole other psychiatrist's couch.
At any rate, that being trapped between two cultures-- I saw how so many of my contemporaries struggled with it and was always grateful it wasn't something that was a big thing for me.
And as usual, I was responding before reading that the whole thing had been more or less resolved.
Not enough coffee for me yet.
Sorry. Move along. Nothing to see here.
I don't think you were remiss in posting that, Barb. I think it's quite interesting learning about the dichotomy.
I'm supposed to leave for Nashville for Easter in the next few hours. There are severe thunderstorm warnings between here and there all day. I'm wondering whether I should just plan for early tomorrow and come back Monday.