BTW, Sail, meant to say I really loved how you turned that on its ear. It was lovely. And I could just smell the burgers and fries and damned if I didn't want some Mickey D's fries in that moment.

Barb, I'd wandered through your LJ at one point. I have a candidate for your cabana boys.

Ah, Sebastian. Not only has he been a cabana boy in the past, he was the avatar (in this guise)for Guiile in Adiós

Pretty, pretty Sebastian.

I spotted him not too long ago on Christina promoting something (I wasn't listening closely enough to tell what) that involved him wearing a loin cloth. (I got kinda distracted.)

Heh-- wonder why... The loincloth was probably for the play in which he winds up completely nekkid.

I just finished a revision pass on the first five chapters of the book. I'm starting to worry that I've lost my mind and am missing a whole bunch of things that need fixing. I just sent it off to my feedback angels, and am awaiting a flurry of "Um ... here's this list of stuff you need to work on" email.

Allyson, Sam made a visit to Delaware last week. He was hanging out (literally) under the roof outside of my place of work. I totally meant to take a picture, but I forgot. I could kick myself. Anyway, everyone who saw him thought he was adorable. The pizza guy down the way left some water out for him, which was beyond adorable.

Anyway, just thought you'd like to know. I assume he's on his way across the Atlantic by now.

I hate that email, Jilli. But the awesome part about readers is that by the time your editor gets it, s/he will be all, "wow, there's barely anything to change. this is great work."

Seriously, my Vampire People readers rocked it out, and both my agent and editor thought I was some super brilliant thing, but it had already gone through the hardcore spicy brains of Buffistas, so it was super clean.

Better to get those horrific emails from your betas, sit down, and get it one more painful push.

The hats challenge is now closed.

The new challenge is dive.

Y'see that pine paneling on the walls? Once upon a time, it was a raw, almost anemic sort of yellow. That color it is now, that's smoke and sweat and pure devotion. That mahogany bar, with with the brass rail? Your great-granddaddy won that in a poker game. And reason we have two long tables is cause there's no exclusivity around here, no sir. Millionaires sit beside construction workers and maids and consider themselves lucky while they put away the best God and a good pitmaster have to offer.

Cause there ain't nothin' like a good barbeque dive.

Cherish it, son. In here, we're the kings of the world.