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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The postal service in Menlo Park sucks.
Could be the fact that I mailed it from way up here in the boonies, too. Anyway, enjoy! The disco nightlight was one of my favorites.
But AmyLiz is certainly the expert here
Well, that's relative. And I know for a fact there are lot of editors out there who are much more dedicated and, um, nicer than I was when I was being overworked into an early ulcer working.
I got a distinctly positive reply from actuarial student. Only issue is that I'm separated; but I strongly approve of the way she approached the issue. She asked if there's a chance of me getting back together with Bec, because she'd never get in the way of something like that.
Oh, and she's also threatening to psychoanalyse me. Foolish mortal. "So what school of psychoanalysis do you favour? Freud, Jung, maybe Lacan?" "...Lovecraft."
I expect this to lead to a flood of judges who can't set aside their own prejudices.
And this is different from current contest judges how? (she says with weary exasperation)
Though I may be as guilty of this as anyone. I'm capable of giving very high scores to stories that aren't my thing if they're well done--most of my perfect and near-perfect scores have been for frothily light Regencies, albeit not ones with glaring historical errors. But I'm easier on goal-motivation-conflict and harder on historical errors, misplaced commas, and asshole heroes than some judges because of where my priorities lie.
I do like that the GH just assigns an overall number. I hate when as a judge I'm forced to score something higher than it deserves because "hero" is just ten points on the 250-point scoresheet, or to mark down brilliant writing because it doesn't quite follow all the Rules of Romance Writing. And I like to hope my writing will do a bit better when it's not being exhaustively dissected. We'll see.
Only issue is that I'm separated; but I strongly approve of the way she approached the issue. She asked if there's a chance of me getting back together with Bec, because she'd never get in the way of something like that.I think it's a fair question. And one you can answer quite honestly and well, I am sure.
"...Lovecraft."Heh.
I have to call the client from hell. Don't wanna. Want to go play with animals at the Wild Animal Park.
No, Cindy, I didn't call. But it sounds like you had a crazed panicky too-much-happening sort of day already, without trying to sandwich a visit with an out-of-towner in among the red allergic child and the clinic staff-murdering impulses and all. Oh, you poor thing. And I'm so glad that Christopher, who is okay, is okay. But neither of you should have to have gone through that.
ION, I apparently continue to be vibe-y. I was scheduled to meet with JonB and FAQ Wife for lunch today in Harvard Square. I got there first and was puttering around the giant international newsstand when JonB showed up. There was greeting and hugging and happy chatting while we awaited FAQ Wife.
Whom I spotted first, crossing the street from the direction of the Curious George bookstore. I raised a hand in greeting, but she gave me a blank bloodless stare. Oh, crap, I thought, something seriously evil must have happened at work this morning. As she drew nearer, the blank stare clarified itself into a death glare that could have felled armies. "Um, hi, honey?" Jon said uncertainly.
She tasered him with her eyeballs, trained her death-ray on me -- and then melted into a puddle of big-eyed shocked relief. "JZ! JZ! OMGWTF you look so different!" And then confessed that due to my extremely different haircut she'd had no idea that I was me, and had assumed that some random harpy was hitting on her thereminist.
We then had a totally delightful lunch, with talk of people's respective families and stories about The Decemberists and Thanksgiving plans and the family politics of eloping and Emmett stories -- but I must say, if any random harpies are planning to put any moves on Jon, they'd best not expect to long survive the effort. I am all respectful admiration (except for the part of me that is all concern about my own growing reputation on the Eastern Seaboard as an omnisexual homewrecker).
Want to go play with animals at the Wild Animal Park.
You're not thinking of throwing that client to the lions are you?
billytea, I suspect the actuarial student is, in a way, following your good example with respect to Bec.
my own growing reputation on the Eastern Seaboard as an omnisexual homewrecker
Wear it proudly.
I think it's a fair question. And one you can answer quite honestly and well, I am sure.
Oh yes. I think it's a fair question even if she's just concerned for herself. But she also has some moral standards in this area, and that's very appealing to me.
The answer's an easy one, of course. We gave relationship counselling a good shot, and it was clear it wasn't going to recover; when I came home Bec stayed in Philly; and it's now been nine months and we're both in different places now. But I like the way she asked.
I have to call the client from hell. Don't wanna. Want to go play with animals at the Wild Animal Park.
Me too! Because I am conscious.
my own growing reputation on the Eastern Seaboard as an omnisexual homewrecker
Tag change! Tag change!
As she drew nearer, the blank stare clarified itself into a death glare that could have felled armies.
I have to confess, I like that FAQ wife has a death glare. And a readiness to see off the groupies.
Death Glares are dead sexy.