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*looks at clock*
Bill will be home in six hours, and he said he's bringing me a present. How much you wanna bet he gets home and says, "Well, I tried to bring you a kitten, but I forgot about how Customs is confiscating all cats coming into the country because they're freaking out over bird flu, and so they executed the cat on my way in"?
(Seriously. They've executed at least one that I know of so far. Cats don't carry bird flu? Yeah, see, Central Asians? Not so good with the logic.)
Finished work on Part One of the O.S. yesterday - strangely enjoyable, for editing. Very weird sensation, but I liked it. I ended up cutting parts and rewriting others, fixing POV and rearranging chunks, and all in all there's now 12 pages less of it than there was before, which is pretty darn good I'm thinking, considering a month ago I was digging in my heels about cutting any of it at all.
(Amazing what an entire month away will do for your viewpoint. As well as half your readers thinking the main character is not the person you intended it to be.)
Anyway, I'm exhausted, and I have six hours before I'm woken up by a horny husband. Dude, he better be bringing me CinnaBuns. Or a very pretty gold something-or-other.
Bill will be home in six hours, and he said he's bringing me a present. How much you wanna bet he gets home and says, "Well, I tried to bring you a kitten, but I forgot about how Customs is confiscating all cats coming into the country because they're freaking out over bird flu, and so they executed the cat on my way in"?
(Seriously. They've executed at least one that I know of so far. Cats don't carry bird flu? Yeah, see, Central Asians? Not so good with the logic.)
Finished work on Part One of the O.S. yesterday - strangely enjoyable, for editing. Very weird sensation, but I liked it. I ended up cutting parts and rewriting others, fixing POV and rearranging chunks, and all in all there's now 12 pages less of it than there was before, which is pretty darn good I'm thinking, considering a month ago I was digging in my heels about cutting any of it at all.
(Amazing what an entire month away will do for your viewpoint. As well as half your readers thinking the main character is not the person you intended it to be.)
Anyway, I'm exhausted, and I have six hours before I'm woken up by a horny husband. Dude, he better be bringing me CinnaBuns. Or a very pretty gold something-or-other.