wow, Gud, so impressed!
I'll be in my bunk.
Jayne ,'War Stories'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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erikaj - Mar 21, 2012 10:15:18 am PDT #5216 of 6690
Always Anti-fascist!
Gudanov - Mar 21, 2012 10:19:30 am PDT #5217 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping
Thanks all!
I can't believe I got a bite this quickly.
Typo Boy - Mar 21, 2012 10:45:13 am PDT #5218 of 6690
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Very impressed. And if she is any good, your book will be all the better for working with her. In the book industry book editors are often too busy selling and marketing to put the time they want to into editing. So a good agent acts as an editor.
Scrappy - Mar 21, 2012 12:49:58 pm PDT #5219 of 6690
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Gud, we can all say we knew you when!
Typo Boy - Mar 21, 2012 12:51:28 pm PDT #5220 of 6690
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Well we can always say it, but whether Gud will continue admit knowing us is another matter. Once he has a villa in Italy, who knows whether or not we will be invited.
Amy - Mar 21, 2012 2:50:57 pm PDT #5221 of 6690
Because books.
That's fantastic, Gud. Congratulations!
Beverly - Mar 21, 2012 3:29:16 pm PDT #5222 of 6690
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Fantastic, Gud! Go you!
Anne W. - Mar 21, 2012 3:55:50 pm PDT #5223 of 6690
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Congratulations, Gud!
Connie Neil - Mar 21, 2012 7:27:56 pm PDT #5224 of 6690
brillig
this week's prompt
Late dinner at IHOP. Tired. Lazy chat with Hubby. Table to the left: kid whining how he didn't get a toy with his dinner, and dad trying to explain that they're not at McDonald's. Table to the right: kid regaling everyone in earshot about a commercial he saw on TV--over and over and over.
My eyes drop to my silverware. My fingers twitch. "Put it down," Hubby says firmly.
I move my fingertip away from my steak knife guiltily.
Gudanov - Mar 22, 2012 6:50:05 am PDT #5225 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping
Well, nothing new, but I accepted the offer of representation so, once the paperwork is all taken care of, I have an agent.