Allyson, of course you'll get it done. Which sounds facile, but you go the rest of it done, so why not this?

Just write the thing.

It's still Monday! I'm actually on time! Maybe next week I'll get the new topic posted on Monday *morning.*

Challenge #91 (standing in a doorway) is now closed.

Challenge #92 is from a FOX network special that never saw the light of day (well, okay, in *my* mind it should have been a FOX special....) -- When Homonyms Run Amok!!! No, seriously.

Like here/hear, or pear/pare/pair. For those who might need it, here/hear is a list of homonyms. They should help you write quite a tale/tail. (You only need to use *one* homonym -- I'm not implying you should use the whole list. Because it's LONG, yo.)

Don't beat/beet me. I'll go back to a normal drabble topic next week/weak.

t /dork

Is there extra credit for puns?

I think the topic is crying out for puns.

(You're all very lucky, BTW, because I *almost* made the topic "FLOAM," because the commercial for it is on TV as I type, and it's so....grotesquely appealing that I almost used it. Plus, it's fun to say. Try it -- FLOAM!)

We got this stuff. The kids had been dying for it, but forgot to ask for it, for Christmas. I remembered their Floam love about a week before. We ordered it. It was about 20 bucks. Scott paid the super-fast shipping fee which was also about 20 bucks, so we'd have it by Christmas. It came a couple of days after, during the time everyone was sick.

We decided we'd make it a New Year's present. Scott opened it when the kids weren't around. He said it's disgusting, and the neon pink stain on his sweatshirt which is even worse than liquid amoxicilin stains backs him up. I guess it has to be mixed or mushed together or something, before you use it. They still don't know it is here. It's living in a box, on top of the fridge. t /natter

So, anyway.

I finished London Calling.

401 manuscript pages. 86,484 words.

Done. Doo-bee-doo, done DONE like a done thing.

Woo hoo!! Go Deb!

Congratulations!

Now I wait for feedback on the epilogue. I make whatever tweaks I think are needed. I let Mme. Agent know it's done. I take a day and write the (yuck fooey) long form synopsis, and get that off to Mme. Agent. Then I slam through the associated short story about the detective in the series. Then I start the fourth book in the series, Cleveland Rocks.

Meep.

Go, Deb!

Damn, woman, you write fast. (I know this is fast for you, but I thought the ghost books were much faster than I could do, too. Of course, I only rarely get that many good ideas, at once.)