Umm... what's a DH?
DL, you have a cat named Aleister? Perfect for a Horror maven! My DH named our new kitten Euripides. He likes ancient Greek names--heroes, playwrights, gods. And he says I'm the weird one. (Well, okay, I am...) The vet sure thinks we're odd.
That's ok, Lily - we thought you'd married DH Lawrence.
ARGH!
Well, i should feel better, shouldn't i?
I'm not making my goals this week, folks--punish me as you must. I just bought a new flashdrive and it just dumped my whole short story. Not sure what i've got saved on the home 'puter, but it's at least 2k words shy.
And i'd just, finally, figured out that tricky beginning paragraph!
::sob::
I'm pretty sure we've all done that, Cathy. Dog knows I have. And it does suck. My condolences, but you've got to suck it up and rewrite the thing. I'll bet it comes out even better this time.
After you've done that, you can help me maim some of Callalily's managers. Then we'll go after the manufacturer of your flashdrive.
::narrows eyes at Callalily's managers:: I bet they *are* the flashdrive's manufacturers! A pox on them, i say! Right on their naughty bits!
::narrows eyes at Callalily's managers:: I bet they *are* the flashdrive's manufacturers! A pox on them, i say! Right on their naughty bits!
Oh, little undead doggie... there are some highfalutin' cousins of yours on TV right now strutting their stuff.
You want we should show 'em what a REAL Horror Hound looks like?
You mean the dog show? They won, didn't they?
Alas, no. Some weird-looking little dog with cat ears and a face that looks like he ran into a car he was chasing won. I'm seriuos about the cat ears.
Best curse I ever heard, from a colleague of mine:
May the fleas of a 1000 camels infest your armpits.
Course, he could say it in Arabic which made it sound really cool.
I've been known to flee from time to time, but never fleas.
*flops on moldy straw-covered cell floor, oblivious to the rats and vermin*Listening to the Camel whine about my housekeeping--is bad enough. Keep it up and you will have to share a room with the werewolf--kids these days
I beta'ed an entire book this weekend. 300+ pages. Started Friday night, finished at 11:30 pm Sunday night. (Fellow writer had a pub request the full, and asked for my Grammar Goddess eyeballs.)
Said eyeballs are weary and bloodshot. However, before the weekend marathon I got in about 300 words on the fantasy rewrite.
DL, you'll have to crouch to give me any roundhouses. I'm too pooped to pop.