one of those things I'd probably love writing

...so we can have the pleasure of reading it and laughing. Thanks, Barb! I love the rhythm.

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Barb, that snippet is wonderful.

t drop kicks publishing industry that FAILS TO GIVE ME WHAT I WANT TO READ.

Ahem.

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::smooches Plei

Also, any dropkicking of publishing industry that you want to do is all right by me.

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I just had a bit of dialogue wander through my head reading something about gay actors and straight actors. This has no relevance to anything, just somethign that moseyed through.

Interviewer: So, as a gay actor--
Actor: Wait, what? Gay? Who says I'm gay? Hey, Bob! Am I gay?
Bob: You're not gay, you're a sullen son of a bitch who leaves his underwear in the living room.
Actor: See?

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OK, not a drabble and does not fit the current challenge, but...

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"I'm worried about the fact that what's hanging on the strand next to us is an SUV."

"Doesn't bother me a bit. We got all sizes here. See that poor cat about 100 yards to the left? And isn't that a hamster next to him? And I even think I see a few flies. I'm too shit terrified at the fact that we are stuck to a freakin giant spider web to worry what else is caught. It's big enough to eat me. That's scary enough."

"Ya know I think spider webs burn. Back home, Daddy always was real careful about cleaning out cobwebs and feathers and such near his electrical equipments. Said they could act like kindling if there was a spark. You got a match? Lighter?

"No. You?"

"Nope. Shit. We're going to die a horrible, lingering agonizing death just because neither of us smokes."

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he he ... have you seen Kerfuffle Bunny on that?

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Here are two drabbles:

I’ve always been torn. Torn between the world of office respectability and the loopy gaiety of the hippies cavorting in Golden Gate Park I watched on TV when I was a kid. Even in my most grade-grubbing days< I knew that the other woman was there, the that wanted to paint her face, love people, and watch the pretty world go by. Even as I wanted to be a famous writer by twenty-five in some gleaming office negotiating film rights.(I don’t know how I thought I could do both.) II’m not sure what I’ve really done, since I am neither.

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I am always acting, though I never have. Sometimes I feel that I’m waiting in the wings for lines, so I know what a polite woman says, or a college graduate who has learned a few things, a good respectful daughter. The right script doesn’t always come, although I talk a lot, so improve is beginning to feel natural. Sometimes I wish a writer would give me a silver tongue and some brilliant monologues where I understand everything. For right now, I’m backstage, smelling excited sweat and waiting for a cue.

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AAAAAAAYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

A new full chapter!!

3K+ words!

And best of all?

Proposal is DONE!

(Well, after reading and revising and making sure it doesn't suck big hairy donkey balls.)

I have a PROPOSAL!!

AAAAAYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!

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Woo hoo, Barb!

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Barb's unstuck! Pass it on!

(Also? YAY!)

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