they were very excited about the fact she owned the Writer's Digest "Scene of the Crime" series.

Yep, there's my copy, sitting on my writing book shelf. Bought at a used book store. But I've checked it out of the library several times, along with the police procedurals copy from the How Dunnit series. Odd how the firearms volume is never checked in ...

First not-quite-thousand words (800-plus) done on "Gravekeeper". Going to beg for betas; I want to see if the man himself, and the town (fictional) are vivid.

Anyone?

Me. I'll get back to you early tomorrow.

Sitting here teeth chattering about Susan's post. Dammit.

Deb, I know I haven't done the beta thing before, but if you're still looking, I'd love to! Will likely be going to bed soon, but can do lots tommorrow.

Scary, isn't it? Sending. Just need to know about initial scene and character setting-ups. You know the drill.

Lilty, sending to profile addy. This is unedited; I just need to know, is it set up to hook a reader? Interest level? Etc. No real meat on the story yet; that comes in the next thousand words.

Yay! This, I can do. Will get back to you after lucid-making morning coffee tommorrow.

Sounds good. And thanks, and YAY, Red Sox!

Backflung, Deb.

I *finally* managed one of my own encounters.

Pick it up

I was doing vocals because I was the keyboard player's chick. The band sucked, but joyfully. It was a pretentious little get-up of Appalachian and rock instruments doing Celtic versions of hymns. We were inexperienced and too impressed with our own novelty. We played around regional churches and coffeehouses, repeatedly explaining our blasphemous name. Elders shrugged wisely, noting our lack of understanding.

Later, the band would implode in a fit, taking ourselves too seriously.

But it was all roses and footlights when they said, "We need a bassist. Do you play bass?"

"Well, no," I said. "But I could learn."