Drabble: The Atkins Lament
Mrmph. Sleepy. Coffee. That’ll help Start bacon, then coffee. Heat up the skillet, fire up the coffee grinder. What’s better than bacon for breakfast? But you can’t just eat bacon, so it’s bacon and eggs. Fry up the bacon, add the egg. Stare into the fridge. Maybe some kind of cheese will help. Stir cream into the coffee. Try to figure out something new. Spinach and cheese quiche, ham and cheese omelet, salsa and cream cheese scrambled. Maybe sausage for a change.
It sure sounded like a good idea when they called it a diet. But I dream of spaghetti.
Ah, the white food, Jesse. It calls me. And dcp, very nice.
The very one Deb, silver- haired silver-tongued raconteur and life-enthusiast.
My drabbler appears to be broken. I keep kicking, maybe one of these topics will click it over one day.
I'm probably not doing this one - the list thingies aren't my thingie, at all.
That silver-tongued raconteur wrote one of the best and most believable AU mystery novels in history, Bev. I adore the man.
Egads, he's done it again.
The Life of a Humanitarian Techie, Part 2 -- Obstacles
Comments there or here, or in e-mail to profile address. Copious thanks to the folks who helped with the last one; if you wouldn't mind a shout-out in-thread, drop me mail and let me know.
Also, if people feel I'm abusing this thread by announcing things here as they happen, I'll be glad to take it to LJ.
This one is, as you might guess, sort of taken from life. Or online life, anyway.
Morning e-mail
He: Honestly, I don’t know about this word you used. Frankly, it makes no sense at all. Sorry.
I: What do you mean? It’s slangy, but pop culture is a perfectly cromulent form of expression.
He: Jesus. Not Simpsons quotes too. Buffy and Homicide were ubiquitous enough, God knows, but the Simpsons has been on for fourteen years. If you’re gonna start doing that, I’m gonna want more coffee.
I: I can’t help it if you’re a killjoy. Or if I retain more than you do.:)
He: Yes. I’m very envious of your scary “Rain Man” quoting talent. If I tried to keep all that stuff, my brain would be like dried spaghetti. I don’t know where you put it all.
I: Maybe it fills up the space where my organizational skills should be.
He: That could very well be. But that’s no excuse to be hiding out in e-mail instead of writing, slacker.
For all you writers in search of an agent, or for those wrestling with the rejection letter issue, my own agent, Jennifer Jackson, just posted up some wonderful, wonderful advice in her livejournal, and gave me permission to link it here:
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Marked for intent perusal at a later date. DAmn, the whole agent issue makes my stomach hurt.
Finish the book first, Constance, then worry about that.
wrod.
I'm not even done with my "shitty first draft" yet.(Thank you, Anne Lamott)
