Heh. I actually knew what Cindy was talking about.
I have just cracked the 30K word mark on Cleveland Rocks. Fear me.
'The Message'
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Heh. I actually knew what Cindy was talking about.
I have just cracked the 30K word mark on Cleveland Rocks. Fear me.
Well, I did write a sex scene today...it turned out, as mine usually do, to be heavier than I expected. Writing people's issues does seem to mean that I'm never gonna be Beach Book Romp Girl...I'm confused about how I feel about that.
Our conversation about a Fairy Tale project.
Oh, I remember! Now, I mean. Brain apparently didn't get completely charged last night.
But you're still wrong. ita would be fabulous (*is* fabulous), but I'd love to see what you did with some fairy tales.
I have just cracked the 30K word mark on Cleveland Rocks. Fear me.
::cries::
I want to be you just for the next week or so, until I turn this &%$#ing book in.
Know the feeling.
Just sent out to my WIPs.
Amy, how *is* the &%$#ing book? Do you need backup? Input? Anything?
It's...coming along.
I have wicked spring fever, I want to be outside, we're leaving for my mother's tomorrow, and it's just really hard to make myself do it. I can't believe, or understand, how uninterested in this book I am. Not a good thing.
Not a good thing.
Oy. No, definitely not good. They're paying you for it and you really don't want or need to piss them off.
I wish I could write it for you.
Me, too.
Back to it now. Trying not to look out the window at the sunshine.
Wrod...I'm a good mimic too.
I know what you see. I use a mirror. I've studied with photographs. This makeup was applied by my own hand and the clothes picked by me alone. This hair is no accident of genetics, and my posture is no coincidence.
I know what you hear. Each word has been carefully chosen, as is the volume. My timbres are designed just for you.
Do not be surprised that you failed to notice none of this was left to chance. The weapon's deftness is practiced and absolute.
By the time you realise I am your death, it will be too late.