You're just going on hiatus. You're not actually canceled, no, of course, you're definitely coming back midseason, for sure.
'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
Best of luck, Sean. I'm out of cigarettes myself, but I've already bummed one today and will probably buy a pack on the way home.
Non-smoke~ma, Sean.
In other news: I have the cutest Hatul-dog on Earth. We're back from our evening walk, and he was mostly adorable and playful.
Driving into work today, I noticed on the northbound side, a motorcycle cop at the bottom of an entrance ramp holding up traffic. Rather curious. Couldn't see any accident or anything. Then in the distance I see bubble gum machines a flashing. Ah, ok, here comes the medics, it's an ambulance... wait a second... it's much more than that. It's a motorcade. Bunch of black SUV's, cop cars, motorcycle cops, bomb disposal unit, sedans, ambulance. Didn't see the limo, not sure if it was used, or just couldn't see over the median. Sure enough, that was the President heading back to Los Angeles from a fund raiser event in south Orange County.
Take me, Nigerian prince, take me hard!
snerk
Very sadly, Cindy, yes. Here are bonny's posts on this: bonny fides "If the Apocalypse Comes, Beep Me" Dec 22, 2011 12:35:47 am PST
Thank you so much, Shir.
bonny, I am so sorry for your loss. Rest in peace, Bartleby.
eta...
Good luck, Sean!
And yet, even with a motorcade, the Obamas had problems getting through traffic for their Valentines Day date night.
Well, I have smoked. But I'm really getting disgusted by this habit. I hate it every time I light up. I hate the way I smell, and I hate the way my mouth tastes all the time. I'm still (and have been) trying to cut down as much as I can, and working towards not smoking any more.
You go, Sean! You will get there. (And hopefully, someday, so will I.)
I just read about Lee's Perkins the cat, while catching up in Beep Me. I'm so sorry, Lee.
On the COMPLETELY other hand, Gris is a father? I don't know if he's around these parts anymore, but congrats, Gris!
Yeah, it is generally a red flag when we hear from the author him/herself, rather than the publisher or a hired publicist.
Hmmm. I'm in the position of having to contact reviewers and talk show hosts and whatever myself. Praeger press is not generous with review copies, or with putting time into publicity (even compared to normal publishers.) And they certainly don't pay enough for me to hire my own publicist. When I contact people to offer review copies (at my own expense) how do I explain this without badmouthing Praeger. This is actually normal for academic presses. It is just that I believe my book has some value to a non-academic audience.
Sean, what helped me quit, was vowing to only smoke after sex. (snerk)
Seriously, good luck with it! The fact you are disgusted by it is the first step. Nocitine is a tough nut to crack. You can do it!!!!
(same goes for you Smonster!)