how long can you fake it, girl?
Well I think heavy medication, early bedtime, and constant wearing of dorky mouthguard might've saved me. That and copious amounts of gin and relaxing hot baths. And not chewing anything all day. The Jaw is tired, yes, but not screaming in hideous agony as expected.
This dentist rocks. He's a pain in the ass, but he lets me rest my mouth between shoving his hands and various drills and picks in there. I give him credit for that. Also, he's funny and makes nerdy science-guy jokes about bad science and assumed causal relationships.
In other news, I heard back from that one agent dude who was awesome, who shuffled me off to another chick in his agency who does not-so-much horror alot-more urban fantasy. Details in the IJ but that's the long and short of it. Massive fucking favor for him to do me, above and beyond, so maybe those chapters didn't suck as badly as I'd feared. (I did write the book in like a month and a half, so I really SHOULD be nervous.)
Also, I just thought of this the other day. When I was a kid, I informed Nick that he shouldn't play with his bellybutton because if he accidentally untied the knot, his skin would fall off. This of course horrified him, and he's still traumatized, since he was about five and still believing every word out of my mouth. Shannen told me when they were here that he won't let her near his bellybutton, and he started yelling that it was my fault.
Anyhow, my question is, where did I get that? Is that in some 80s cartoon I forgot about or something? I do remember telling him, but I don't know where I got it!
(And yes, big sisters are The Devil. Like anyone's surprised.)
This dentist rocks. He's a pain in the ass, but he lets me rest my mouth between shoving his hands and various drills and picks in there. I give him credit for that. Also, he's funny and makes nerdy science-guy jokes about bad science and assumed causal relationships.
In other news, I heard back from that one agent dude who was awesome, who shuffled me off to another chick in his agency who does not-so-much horror alot-more urban fantasy. Details in the IJ but that's the long and short of it. Massive fucking favor for him to do me, above and beyond, so maybe those chapters didn't suck as badly as I'd feared. (I did write the book in like a month and a half, so I really SHOULD be nervous.)
Also, I just thought of this the other day. When I was a kid, I informed Nick that he shouldn't play with his bellybutton because if he accidentally untied the knot, his skin would fall off. This of course horrified him, and he's still traumatized, since he was about five and still believing every word out of my mouth. Shannen told me when they were here that he won't let her near his bellybutton, and he started yelling that it was my fault.
Anyhow, my question is, where did I get that? Is that in some 80s cartoon I forgot about or something? I do remember telling him, but I don't know where I got it!
(And yes, big sisters are The Devil. Like anyone's surprised.)