It would probably be rude of me to start leaving this as feedback on certain stories: "SHE ALREADY CALLS HIM TONY! ALL THE TIME! OMFG. TONYTONYTONYTONYTONYTONYTONYTONYTONY!"
Am at the sekrit Feral Writers lakeside hideout for an impromptu
Writer's Retreat with
fairmer,
daveamongus and
pollyc, where I have napped on the couch, napped on the pontoon boat, napped on the couch again, and played mini golf. V. successful retreat on the relaxing front. Alas, not so much on the writing front.
But Mer and and I did more plotting on our sekrit writing-related plot, and there's still tomorrow to try and salvage the intention of the weekend.
But I think I might just take another nap for now.