(Besides, they look like Winston Churchill, therefore, it makes perfect sense that they act like drunk little old men on entry!)

If Princess TickeyBox's first words are "We will fight them on the beaches!" or "Greece is the very cradle of democracy - she must not fall!", I'm buying the movie rights.

deb, Sail, there are two pages to that Feminism essay. I didn't think to mention that, before. I don't know if you saw both. I was only able to find it, because it just came up again, in the comments of my LJ Odd Interests meme.

Ben had hiccups throughout the third trimester. He was also slightly jaundiced, but didn't need the bili lights. The doctor just told me to open the curtains and keep him in the sun. His hiccups in pregnancy were almost as funny as freaky. He looked like Winston Churchill at about 6 mos. If you gave him a book or magazine, he would pore over it, and you'd think for all the world, he was reading it--his expression was so serious, although not nearly as serious as ita's is, in that photo. When we put sunglasses on him, he looked like King Farouk (sans mustache).

ita, you weren't an ugly baby, you were powerfully cute, but oof that look. I wonder what had you so pissed off. Your yellow essay is incredible.

I wonder what had you so pissed off.

Nothing. That was pretty much how I looked all the time. Receding hairline, eyes almost swollen shit, eyebrows that took almost a year to grow in.

That wasn't sullen or a death stare. That was just normal.

Babies. They're everywhere.

the colour of an undercooked daffodil.

Do people cook daffodils, then? Are they tasty?

Do people cook daffodils, then? Are they tasty?

Don't know if they're tasty, but they can be cooked if you're at a childrens' party with your six year old in a local park, and the birthday girl's mama is a strct vegetarian, and your six-old-old decides to toss some of the flowers the guests have brought onto the grill. Let no one say my daughter wasn't accommodating. I don't think the flowers got eaten, and I honestly don't remember if there were daffodils, but I do remember charred flowers and Jo asking Margo's deranged mother if she was going to eat them.

However, for the sake of current verisimilitude, consider it a simple descriptive, rather than a literal. Again, I'm in good company; Archie Goodwin describes a black orchid to Nero Wolfe using his mental image of a piece of coal, layered with molasses. Wolfe says, pfui, you have no idea what it would look like.

Maybe not, but Archie's description had me seeing the flower.

not yellow

Can I touch you with my poisoned skin? Do you think I would be dangerous to kiss? If you were forced to look at me, would you see? Would your fear discover the reality of me? Would you let me be?

Shall I squint for you, stick out my teeth for you, should I forget how to roll my R's? Should I learn martial arts? Should I tell you I'm smart? Should I run off and supplant your father's cars?

Yeah, I've got a friend like you, too. Does it fuck up your view that my skin looks like you?

Damn. Liese kicks serious serious serious ass.

wrod.

Anna Louise Genovese at Tor put the following note in her Livejournal: Ah, almost forgot: I am now looking for erotica. Not just NC-17 romance novels, but erotica. Or, rather, "romantica" - the sort of erotica that has a vague semblance of a plot, and also a happy ending.

Paranormal and non-paranormal, contemporary, historical, futuristic, totally kinky or more vanilla, threesomes are okay, blah blah blah. If you're not sure, just submit it and I'll read it; the worst I can say is no.

70,000 - 90,000 words. Post submissions only - three chapters, a 2 page synopsis, and a cover letter.

No queries, please, as they tell me nothing about your ability to write narrative.

Spread the word! Yay!