So I'm working on a thriller, a WIP I'm not too focused on but use to get occassional breaks from my other WIP. My little sister walks in and, against my wishes, begins to read the last paragraph, which luckily isn't anything all that bad. It does however include the phrase "sexual favor and the wussy sap that complies." *Pauses typing due to interruption by said sister who wants to know where my IPOD is* she asks what r u doing on this website? r u a geek?
The last two sentences were her doing. Ignore them. So she then begins to ask if there are any sex scenes, in an attempt to scold me for such. Luckily, I haven't gotten to them ...yet.
She also likes to break into my room when I've temporarily abandoned my WIP for a bathroom break. When I get back, most of my characters have beem murdered in odd ways by pink bunnies. Often, they are run over by a stampede of them. Once, an MC had his brains sucked out by a moisquito and I had to save him. She isn't a beta reader. If she ever did read my stuff, she'd either find it too violent or make fun of characters for their powers and stuff. She's a down to earth shopping diva who just spent the last five hours on a rip off of myspace, telling me about cute boys who sent her messages. That is not an exaggeration on the time. Whatever. So, since I'm bored, why don't you tell me of any odd encounters between an unfinished novel and a beta reader, friend, or kid. I know some moms must have some funny stories.
The last two sentences were her doing. Ignore them. So she then begins to ask if there are any sex scenes, in an attempt to scold me for such. Luckily, I haven't gotten to them ...yet.
She also likes to break into my room when I've temporarily abandoned my WIP for a bathroom break. When I get back, most of my characters have beem murdered in odd ways by pink bunnies. Often, they are run over by a stampede of them. Once, an MC had his brains sucked out by a moisquito and I had to save him. She isn't a beta reader. If she ever did read my stuff, she'd either find it too violent or make fun of characters for their powers and stuff. She's a down to earth shopping diva who just spent the last five hours on a rip off of myspace, telling me about cute boys who sent her messages. That is not an exaggeration on the time. Whatever. So, since I'm bored, why don't you tell me of any odd encounters between an unfinished novel and a beta reader, friend, or kid. I know some moms must have some funny stories.
