Oh goodness, Deb, the chance to do it is reward enough. My profile address, please?
OH! and, for other good news, Greg found 3 or 4 (he can't recall which) of your books in his library system and has requested them for me.
'Beneath You'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Oh goodness, Deb, the chance to do it is reward enough. My profile address, please?
OH! and, for other good news, Greg found 3 or 4 (he can't recall which) of your books in his library system and has requested them for me.
Whoohoo! Deena, probably three: "And Then Put Out The Light" was never released in the US (although if I can make "Weaver" a decent seller, I may try to get my agent to change that....)
OK, coming to you both as Word doc attachments.
Whee!
aaaaaaaaand, sent.
God, I love working with editors.
And received, you beautiful woman, you! As for cookies, I'm afraid I like my coffee drinkable. I (sad confession) don't even like coffee ice cream.
And now, I'm off to bed. Thanks Deb. Love you Ple!
Got it, Deb!
Night, Deena!
Night, Deena. And thanks and smoochies to you both.
Hell of a day; finished the story and my husband was in a car accident. I suppose it can get weirder, I'm not going to ask if it can because I really don't tempt fates that way, but holy dead guy on a stick, it was purely strange enough.
And speaking of fannish things? I'm catering a staff party for a furry con in the East Bay this weekend.
Oh my.
No car accidents for us today. I failed to write, though.
Well, but Plei, you've been writing like a mad writey thing the past week or so.
You know, on reflection, there's nothing quite as peculiar as pounding away at the keyboard and having your phone ring with a request to not freak out, I'm perfectly fine, the car, well, that's a different story, yes, it may not be salvageable and yes I know we have six thousand dollars left to make in payments but yell at me later and could you just come rescue me, please, I'm at Golden Gate and Laguna.
Unless it's having the phone ring and having someone rather ominously ask if you could please make an appointment, at your earliest convenience, to talk to the womens' cancer specialist at your gyne's office. I've done that one, too.
edit: and me conking. Night all.
Deb, I can look at it too, with fresh eyes, if you want.