kewl! I'll email you the one that's up there now (perfect size) and the one I want (waaaay bigger); they're both photoshopped but Nic's the tech, and he's in San Jose working on a deadlin and I'm home in Bhagdad by the Bay. So, incoming momentarily. The smaller one is the one that's the right size.

Profile addy?

Edit: AHA! Never mind, sweetie - Nic just emailed me and he's shrinking it. This is why we've been married 20 years come August. He Knows Things.

Deb--eep! Creepy and sensuous.

Not that you need convincing at this point, but I'm another American saying that "lay" is wrong and weird and wrong and wrong.

I think "lay" is a verb. I think it's something fowl do when reproducing, and I think it's a jolly bit of slang for mad funky sex, preferably dirty and quick.

I must bury the memory of those copy editors.

And here is where Beverly reveals the gaps in her eddication, because she knows what it is and how it works but can't remember what to call it.

"Lay" is a verb, but it's used differently than lie.

"You can lay that object on the table. You can lay yourself on that table, too, but you'd probably be more comfortable if you laid in bed. Just lie down."

stupid double post.

Bev! Hi darlin'.

If you've got gaps in your eddicayshun, then the jinglebrains paid by the likes of Bantam have crevasses.

Hallo, my Deb. Bedgoing almost instantly, but I loved the Darla, and wanted to say so.

Heh. You go get some sleep - it's nearly half past one, for you.

' Night. Sweet ease, good dreams all 'round.

Victor, why is it gathering dust? Is it done? If so, why not submit, and get it off your plate and let your agent worry about it?

I actually have a couple agents who are reading it/want to read it, so maybe I'm overstating, but I just don't have the ability to shop it anywhere near as aggressively as I have past projects.