License schmicense.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
DC is filled with reformed lawyers. I just found out last night that the woman who owns the gourmet shop that runs the food concession at the theatre is a reformed lawyer. And that she was secretly married to her husband for a year while they both worked at the firm.
License schmicense.
We say, practice schmacktice!
My favorite local ice cream shop growing up was started by a disenchanted ex-DC lawyer. (Bob's Famous Ice Cream in Bethesda, for the locals.)
Hey! The writers need to represent!
TEAM TEACHER RULES!
(And I would like to be a part-time member of Team Writer, too please?)
Morning all. I'm about to get up and shower. Byron's appointment is at 9:30. Fingers and toes crossed.
Hey! The writers need to represent!
Does it count if we haven't sold our first book yet?
Hey! The writers need to represent!
Does it count if we haven't sold our first book yet?
Does it count if we haven't completed our first book yet?
Does it count if we write technical manuals and fan fiction?
Yes! Yes and yes and yes!
(Come on, we can totally take those other groups!)