We rescued Farrowen's sister, Little Queenie, last night. They're both handsuckers, being just about four weeks old.
I'm trying to WRITE. With no hands.
Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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We rescued Farrowen's sister, Little Queenie, last night. They're both handsuckers, being just about four weeks old.
I'm trying to WRITE. With no hands.
I would so take one of the kittens off your hands (um, literally) if I was anywhere near your coast...
Hee! JZ was over on Thursday, to spend some quality kitten time with Farrowen. Now there are two.
Oy.
My gosh, Deb, and I thought Rocky was making me crazy this morning...I've closed the door on him and now that I've posted a little, feel kind of bad about it. But he's so rowdy in the morning.
Farrowen's done her morning rowdy, and is socked out on my lap. Queenie's not socked out.
Gah. Must work.
Got rejected this morning. In about the nicest way ever, but still. Beginning to believe instead of Virgo, both my work and myself were born under the star of "It's Not You, It's Me." It's all in the game, though, I suppose.
erika, I could paper my loo with rejection letters. Who was this one from? What was the piece?
Is this a romance or writing related rejection?
Writing, this time...they're beginning to feel a little the same, but in actuality, nsm. One day I'll probably marry an editor and find out he doesn't want me or my book on the same damn day. Eh, I rushed it out. I know I did. Deciding to submit something when you're still all inspired and stuff by it is like e-mailing somebody while stoned. Not putting the best foot forward, so to speak.
Fans of Barbara Michaels's classic ghostly suspense stories will enjoy this immensely.
High-fucking-praise, there. In my teens, she was one of my favorite suspense writers. Used to creep me out terribly and I loved it.
e-mailing somebody while stoned
Friends don't let friends drunk dial. IJS. Next time, pretend you're submitting it and send it to one of us. We won't publish you, but we won't reject you, either!