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Hey, folks! I got some marginally good news today. The managing editor for Sam's Dot Publishing requested the first 50-pages and a 500-word synopsis for my book Hatchings when I'm done with the current edit. When I explained I was still a month or so away from it, he said "No problem. The email address will still be there when you're ready. I want to see the partial."
I ran into him at Conestoga 13 in Tulsa this morning. I had planned to pitch the book to Yard Dog Press, but their editor isn't currently reading anything.
Sorry, it's fairly hard SF, not horror (but it does have giant spiders and other insects!) so you folks probably wouldn't be interested....
Haggis, you're supposed to wrap them in banana leaves and cook them first.
Takes care of all those pesky little hairs.
I'm not wearing shoes, so the squirrel may puke away.
This a bad time to mention the dish of live shrimp our table was once served in China?
Again, this squirrel is puking in someone's shoes
Yes, wine and refined sugar. Lots of refined sugar. I had such a sugar crash.
Notice there was no spider involved. Spiders. Must. Die. Not be eaten. Die.
Live shrimp are easily made not live. And then eaten.
Live shrimp? Did you have to bite off their heads? Sounds tasty
cold, slimy, and kicking.... how does that even begin to sound tasty?
I mean, two out of three I've done, but somehow the complete trifecta changes things.
Yes, but if you puke after a sugar crash, AND the thought of eating a spider...where do you draw the puking line?
Certainly not at eating live shrimp
Just for the record, I have't puked from what I've had to drink in...*counts on fingers* 12 years. And the last time it was from drinking light beer *shudders*
Loooove seafood.... well most seafood....
Just for the record, I have't puked from what I've had to drink in...*counts on fingers* 12 years. And the last time it was from drinking light beer *shudders*
Did you know that Guiness - my preferred draft - has less calories than Miller Lite?
I don't count anything when I drink.
Which is why I'm no longer to out unless hubs or someone he deems responsible goes with me.
Well that's what they're for in the first place right? To keep us crazy women from dancing on the table tops so we won't show any other man our naughty bits?
Well that's what they're for in the first place right? To keep us crazy women from dancing on the table tops so we won't show any other man our naughty bits?
I've had computer troubles... anyone got a blow torch?