Remind me why I should go ahead and send in my Kensington submission and my Golden Heart entry
Because you're willful and stubborn and attack your career with the ruthlessness of ten rottweilers.
I can take you.
Bring it, bee-yotch!
Tracy ,'The Message'
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Remind me why I should go ahead and send in my Kensington submission and my Golden Heart entry
Because you're willful and stubborn and attack your career with the ruthlessness of ten rottweilers.
I can take you.
Bring it, bee-yotch!
Because you're willful and stubborn and attack your career with the ruthlessness of ten rottweilers.
OK, there is that. Even if I'm a pouty, disgruntled, and confused rottweiler pack at the moment.
Um...No power in the'verse can stop you? (Not crazy about FF but that quote rules.)
Yep, I like that quote. Too bad there's only maybe 50 agents in the 'verse that can rep me, and a dozen or so print publishers who might theoretically buy the book.
That's the scary part of the process--knowing how finite the list is, and that if all of them say no, I'll have no choice but to put the book under the bed and hope the market changes or I become a big enough name that my editor will be THRILLED to hear I have early work ready to polish and publish.
I just got to snuggle a 3 week old baby. He burped and fell asleep on my shoulder. Second time in a couple of months I've had the pleasure of cuddling sleeping baby.
I'm a puddle of mush now.
I'm a puddle of mush now.
You can just wipe that off your shoulder.
I can take you.
Bring it, bee-yotch!
You're in for a world of pain, Smay. There can be only one Pancake Champion, and you'd better believe it's me.
(Was the taunting about pancakes, or did I get off-topic?)
They're so sweet at that floppy stage, aren't they?
You can just wipe that off your shoulder.
Nope, not that kind of mush.
My favorite part of it all was, as lovely as it was to snuggle, there were no baby-wanting-of-my-own pangs.
I had those at Disneyland once. But not often since...very cute kids that day, and one little girl was hanging around the back of mom's wheelchair being all "Please?" and stuff about something. Buffistas have cute kids.