Would people be interested in a short collection of retold fairy tales? And what fairy tales would you most like to see me retell? In, you know. My copious free time. :)
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nicked from ms. gilman
/Laura Anne has resurrected the First Lines meme, and since I promised myself I could do a few of them when I got through this chapter, I’m gonna. So there. :) UNTITLED: An airship hung beneath the doubled stars. (Actually this has a title but I’m not telling you what it is yet. :)) REDEEMER: The punch clock bit holes in Rosie’s time card with a satisfying ka-chunk. (I hope this one goes somewhere.) FOOL’S GOLD: Everybody’s saying how normal I am. (YA novel I’ve got 17.5K written on. Needs…
*amused*
What a surprise. The email list is at 508 members this morning. Guess they’re getting the Jo/Morrison story. By Christmas. Honest. Probably. :) (This is not a first-500 offer, you’ll get the story if you join up any time between now and then. *amused*)
two things
Two things, totally unrelated. One: the announcements list drive has been quite successful and I’m closing in on 500 members. I have decided that if it hits 500 by midnight Eastern time tonight (Friday), I’ll write the story of Morrison and Joanne meeting for the first time just for list members. By Christmas. Honest. Probably. :) Anyway, the group page is here and apparently you need a Google account to sign up but don’t necessarily need to use a Google address to make an account. If you don’t want to…
“Juice!”
*howls of laughter* While I typed that last blog entry, Young Indiana abandoned me. I didn’t realize the kitchen door was open, so I didn’t think much of it. After a minute, though, I decided I better go see what he was doing. I found him in front of the open fridge, the maple syrup jug held firmly in both hands, maple syrup spread from between his eyes down his shirt down his pants all over his one bare foot his one socked foot all over the floor all over…