Deb, if I'm not on your Beta list for the second story, I would love to be.

Heh. Cindy, I'll be posting that "let me know" up as soon as I start really writing it. Ought to be soon.

One thing is, I haven't been inside a recording studio in about thirty years, and the technology has changed just a skosh. So I need to poke people who are actually working at the moment, and get the tech stuff.

The Stones are presently in LA, mixing the new CD. Hmmmm - nah. Not gonna happen and don't want it to.

Drabble time!

Challenge #62 (the air we breathe) is now closed.

Challenge #63 -- I hope it's not too weird -- is meat. Yes, meat.

Yeah, I know it's weird. And yet, I offer it up anyway.

huh, huh, huh She said "meat," huh huh huh (/beavis & butthead) Gonna have to think about that. Would anyone like to beta chapter one of my second detective story? Bearing in mind I've taken as long over it as the spouse over her whole book. Ooh, y'all, I'm gonna have a canon and everything. Not bad for a stupid white girl from Glendale.

MEAT

Here he is, just pounding away at me like I'm a piece of meat, not even tender filet mignon, just some crap rump roast two days past the sell date, and I think, Why doesn't he just fuck a hole in the wall? Why did he bother calling me for a little wham, bam thank you ma'am, when five minutes of "Lovely Lusty Lesbians" and his left hand would have done just as well? Not a kiss, not even a drink beforehand -- What’s his deal? What the fuck?

But I’m the stupid bitch laying here under him.

What about that?

Holy crap, Erin!

I don't know why I love that so. Maybe just because I have been there.

Limps into thread, whimpering...

I just turned in the third book. Later than a very late thing, but it's in, and my editor just called to say she was halfway through it and loving it. Big sigh of relief. Now I have to go flog myself for beinf deadline-avoidant.

Nothing except the six-month-old puppy, snoring blissfully, farting obnoxiously enough to wake me from a sound sleep.

Heh.

not even tender filet mignon, just some crap rump roast two days past the sell date

How much do I love this?! Awesome drabble, Erin.

Thanks, all. I kinda liked this one, too.

I kept hearing Buffy's "Men!" speech pattering though my head as I wrote it.

farm kids

Brenda hugged her calf when the man from Shop'n'Save made the last, record bid at the 4-H auction at the County Fair. We applauded, knowing how much Brenda has taken care of Curly the Calf.

Next week, Curly was in a little pen in the parking lot at Shop'n'Save. I rubbed Curly's nose as I went by.

Three days later, inside the store, my sister said, "Hey, here's Curly!" There was a photograph of beaming Brenda, Curly, and the big ribbon they'd won at the fair. We looked at the steaks and roasts and other cuts in the case below.

"Beautiful meat," I said. My sister nodded.

Now I have to go flog myself for being deadline-avoidant.

This reminded me of one of my favorite Douglas Adams quotes: "I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."