What's on my desk.
A six-chapter submission of critiquemate Sylvia's lit novel about a small town girl who, even after facing the most incredible professional dangers and unbearable personal pain that the world had to offer, would rather continue to face all of that than return home. Because as you know, returning to the small town people you knew can be like walking straight back into Hell.
The winter 2010 issue of Caring4Cancer magazine, folded back to the caregivers section.
The first draft of an experimental short story, done journal-style, exploring the inner workings of a character of mine snatched up and plopped down in an entirely different setting. Lindsay is a rather nasty piece of work. I wanted to see how nasty she would continue to be. Or not.
The Sunday paper's comics section. (You mean I haven't read those yet? Doh.)
Jordan's Encyclopedia of GODS. Because my dark paranormal novel-expand depends on it. Gah!
An empty cereal bowl. Because I'm addicted to Cheerios.
My Green Hornet ticket stub from the movies last week. Bzzzzzzzzzzzz! :)
So what the heck's on yours?
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The winter 2010 issue of Caring4Cancer magazine, folded back to the caregivers section.
The first draft of an experimental short story, done journal-style, exploring the inner workings of a character of mine snatched up and plopped down in an entirely different setting. Lindsay is a rather nasty piece of work. I wanted to see how nasty she would continue to be. Or not.
The Sunday paper's comics section. (You mean I haven't read those yet? Doh.)
Jordan's Encyclopedia of GODS. Because my dark paranormal novel-expand depends on it. Gah!
An empty cereal bowl. Because I'm addicted to Cheerios.
My Green Hornet ticket stub from the movies last week. Bzzzzzzzzzzzz! :)
So what the heck's on yours?
(image: daddytypes.com)