Go, erika! Two pages is nothing to sneeze at, as they say. It's a start.
maybe I want literary viagra
I demand to know who your dealer is! Because I could definitely use some of that right now. This scene I'm writing is going so slooooowly...
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Go, erika! Two pages is nothing to sneeze at, as they say. It's a start.
maybe I want literary viagra
I demand to know who your dealer is! Because I could definitely use some of that right now. This scene I'm writing is going so slooooowly...
Don't have any. Sorry. I do put funk on the stereo every day...I think my muse is Superfreak, even if I do have to bring her home to mother at night. And I know that this speed is atypical, Deb. You do write faster than I though, no matter what.ETA: But nobody wants the first one yet, except for in a 'piece of my art" type way(I shared the latest draft with Crush Guy though...if he doesn't like it, I'm gonna quit writing and raise goats, just to warn y'all. Or have a gospel phase, like so many musical legends before me.) I'm not sure I can do both at once, anyway.
Deb, it is what some of my friends call "an attack novel".
Mart, I think it's been sitting in there since 1977 or so, wanting the hell out.
Many thanks to ita for allowing me to use the character that's her avatar in the novel to issue the hard verbal slap to the head that, had I issued it myself way back when, would have meant an entirely different reality than the one I live in now.
Yes, I know. Enigmatic. And keeping it that way.
ita is going to have start demanding residuals.
Gus, bite your tongue,(if I were in Bitches right now, I would do it, but...) because then I owe Allyson.
ita is going to have start demanding residuals.
Heh. Gus, she's getting her own paragraph in the acknowledgments. And if they ever film it, I'm so going to have some suggestions to make...
I finished...no real beta comments, but a total love fest, insent.
I am so embarassed about leaving out that second infinitive.
ita would hurt me for it. I am sure she would.
ita would hurt me for it. I am sure she would.
She can't. She's too busy cluesticking the original love of my life in the novel I'm working on. You're safe, Gus.