Good to hear things are still going well Sean.
Hurty ankles and stupid graphics departments are not.
Totally agree with this. Mostly the hurty ankles part, because my right ankle is killing me today. I hope this doesn't lead to another month long hobble session like it sometimes does (one cranky joint causes another one to flair up, which causes another one to flare up, rinse, lather, repeat).
I'm currently induldging in the "nuke from orbit" option with mega-doses of ibuprofen like I was prescribed the last time. We'll see.
Huh, it seems the excercising is making it a little easier to walk up stairs. I don't hear/feel my back cracking with each step, and I seem to be going at a slightly faster pace. Damn it, that means I should keep working out.
ION. I notice I type the word "So" a lot. Where in my cross country journeys did I pick up that bad habit?
Well, crap. Just heard from Agent of Awesomeness that BREATHE was just rejected by an editor we had high hopes for. (This is the adult manuscript with cancer as a main theme.) Anyhow, the R was very complimentary-- deeply felt, intricately wrought, passion shines through, but she just didn't fall in love. It's like a drinking game, I swear. How many compliments can I amass per rejection?
Shoot, sorry to hear that Barb.
"What if I tell you my manuscript had a twelve-inch cock? Is that something you'd be interested in?"
Thinking of things like that is why I'm too immature to be published, huh?
That sucks, Barb.
Also, I'm very glad I wasn't trying to drink anything when I read erika's comment.
Inner Ari shows up at all the wrong times, Windsparrow...those scenes with Bob-the-retired agent...bwah!
"Could you just die, Bob?"
Huh...Mom and I say that all the time now and Robert Novak dies...maybe I should feel drunk with power now.
Sorry, Barb.
some how today isn't working as wellas it should.
Aw crap, Barb. Sorry to hear that. It sounds like something I'd read. Stoopid publishers.
