No thanks, I got it.
From, um, someone who's real name doesn't connect to a Buffista for me....
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
No thanks, I got it.
From, um, someone who's real name doesn't connect to a Buffista for me....
I was playing with the boss's dog with the laser. She was repeatedly trying to bite the floor to get the red dot. Now the dot is gone and she's trying to dig through the floor to find it....
Hey, I know where Ginger's tag comes from. Cool.
From, um, someone who's real name doesn't connect to a Buffista for me....
That was me, tommyrot, but using my work e-mail. I honestly don't even know what shows up in the "From:" header on that thing.
Thanks for all the whiskey tips, y'all. Calli, thanks especially for the history. I've decided that instead of a family distillery, the whiskey in question comes from an illegal distillery run by one of the family's tenants, and that they're happy to turn a blind eye in return for access to the stuff.
Which has set me to thinking more about the heroine's cousin's family than I really meant to, or is likely to have any relevance to the story at hand--a lot of the Highland lairds had evicted many of their tenants and enclosed their lands for sheep by then. Were they among them? And which side would their grandparents have been on in the '45? Stuff like that. It wouldn't hurt me to make up my mind, just to clarify what kind of people these are, but that doesn't mean I need to talk about in my book. If I'm not careful, my tightly plotted 400-page romance will turn into a rambly 800-page family saga on me, and that's a much harder first sale.
That's true, Susan. You don't have to include any of those things in the novel itself, but deciding who the people are, helps make them more real and consistent.
Ach, I was up all night sick to my stomach, guess I got that thing that's going around. Can't keep a thing down. NOT favorite feeling.
pobrecita. that is awful. dry toast and water for you.
Oh, poor Robin. We've been discussing dumb reasons one has to take sick time off (I won), but you're not vaguely in that category. That's rough and horrible, and I wish you all the ginger calm in the world. If you can even handle that much.
Ick. Poor Robin.
The power went out in my building (actually half the complex) this morning, and was still out when I left, so my day started with a walk down 8 flights of stairs.
Kind of wish I'd thought of that before I put on the 2 1/2 inch heels, but since no power=no coffee, that wasn't too likely.