In the meantime, 2200ish words so far today, and I’m ready to be done with the book. Ted, who knows me better than I know myself when it comes to my writing habits, said last night, “Don’t let wanting to be done stop you from finishing.” *laugh* (Yesterday I was chatting with Tammy and when I stopped Ted said, “Who were you talking to?” because he could tell I wasn’t writing because I was typing too fast for too long. Several minutes later I was typing just as fast but staring vacantly off to the right, and he said, “Ah, *now* you’re writing.” (The story, it appears, does not reside on the screen, but very frequently off somewhere to the left or right, or possibly under the cat, or where have you, but not on the screen.) Ted is very good at recognizing this. He also recognizes an idea striking me, and when it’s a good one, and when I’ve just thought of something really diabolical, and all sorts of things. It’s pretty funny. *laugh*)
(BTW, Rhonnie: you might have been more successful in your attempt at winning one of the books if you’d actually *guessed a number*, you goofball. I don’t see a frog!)
hooray! I’m foolishly excited by this, which should be good for your writer’s ego, yes? :)
DANG!! Yes, i thought about that later. Guess I was thinking my overall cuteness and winning smile :))) would have won you over!! Well, cant blame a girl for trying!! I was thinking 3 for “Las Tres Amigas” anyway so I would not have won reguardless!
Renaldo
As soon as I can figure out how to do so without sounding like a whiny petulant brat (as opposed to all the other kinds?), I’ll need to see about getting the custom-inscribed copy of “it’s not a romance; it’s a spy story” including favorite epithets.
So far, the best I’ve come up with is, “Hey! They just guessed numbers! I made you laugh (or at least grin?) AND offered money! It’s not faaaaaaaiiiiirrr…” Clearly, I am still solidly in “brat” territory. I’ll let you know when I come up with something better.
Drat! Forgot my smiley at the end (okay, it should be obvious that I’m teasing, but you never know for sure with us odd internet folk). More importantly, I forgot the hypnopandas (included in this post for your enjoyment). Sorry for the inconvenience…
You know if the story resides somewhere under or within a cat, it really makes the cat exploded lines that much funnier.
Of course knowing the story behind it makes it that much more enjoyable.
But yes.. you too can have wonderfully productive days of writing if you can just get that cat to explode and let the story come out into full view :)
Bullshit, she gave them to people she knew.
*peer*
1. This comment makes no sense in response to the one it’s posted after.
2. If you’re going to be posting anonymously with swearing at me or other people responding to my journal, please sign your name or don’t bother. I do log IPs and have no problem with banning ’em from posting.
*mesmerized staring*
Right, right, I get chocolate chips out of the deal, right…? Gotta do something about that soon, then. :)
Yeah, Catie! How dare you have a giveaway on your personal journal that’s heavily read by people you already know? How could you even think it’s okay to dispose of your own personal property however you choose?
You are just so evil!
Do you prefer milk chocolate or semi-sweet chocolate chips? Or do I have to find some of these?
Actually, I’m a complete and utter lucky stranger. Never met ‘er.
Of course, I’m a nice, polite stranger, and that tends to get you places in the world.
What would be the point of just giving them away to people she knew? At least in the manner presented.
Friends have a habit of acquiring lots of things with ones signature on it for random events over the years. Having a signed copy of the book is sorta well not that important.
Besides. I know I wouldn’t have made my friends jump through a hoop for the book if I could just give them a copy. You kinda know which ones would appreciate the books if given in that manner.